Susan glanced at the card he pulled out from the day’s mail. “Must be our new neighbours.”
“They’re offering to help should we need it in these Covid times.”
“How nice! They even left a phone number. Why don’t you call them?”
“Young family with a baby,” Ronald relayed following his conversation.
In subsequent weeks they tried spotting the new house owners to introduce themselves in person.
“Funny, I haven’t heard the baby next door,” stated Roland.
“I bet baby is staying with relatives. Lots of sawing and hammering sounds from their garage.”
One day Susan found Roland talking with the young couple on the front lawn. She dashed out.
“Hello! I’m Susan. How’s the renovation going?”
“Oh, are we that loud?” winced the woman. “We’re redoing the main bath.”
“How’s the baby? Must be a good sleeper. We haven’t heard any crying.”
Roland elbowed his wife’s side as if to say “Not another word, Susan!”
The other woman gasped. “No baby. Only my husband and me.”
Back inside, Susan confronted Roland. “Their names are different from those in the note.”
“They might be hiding something.”
Susan reread the card. “Our mistake. The address is of a house on the next street, behind our backyard. How did you introduce us in your phone call?”
“That we live next door, on the side of their raspberry garden.”
Susan giggled. “We’ll have to go over and fix this.”