I swear I wasn’t trying to look, but I was starting to think Sheila Hannan was doing it on purpose. Every time I walked by my kitchen window, I’d see her out by her pool, dressed in a skimpy bikini that I had never seen someone her age wear before. The skin on her stomach was loose and wrinkled, and the bathing suit top did little to lift her saggy breasts. Today was no different. It was a hot July afternoon, and when I was finished cleaning up after lunch, I looked out the window to see her throwing...
