Sadie wasn’t greatly into gardening but there was one gardening thing she couldn’t abide: gnomes.
Marilynn next door was into gnomes in a big way. She loved them, and of course Sadie to be polite would express delight upon the arrival of another new gnome in Marilynn’s garden.
Then came the moment; Marilynn gave Sadie a gnome.
“You like them so much,” said Marilyn, “that I knew you’d be delighted.”
Living next door meant there was no hiding the gnome. Sadie couldn’t install it behind the shed. The wretched monstrosity would have to sit, at least for a while, in full view.
It was a terrible, terrible shock a week later, but in some ways a relief, when Marilynn died in her sleep.
The new neighbour is into pink plastic flamingos.