Behind the Blinds

She's precise. 6:45am, and like clockwork, down the driveway she struts, sporting her oversized red leather tote held tightly on her shoulder. Too big for a purse, yet too small to be a gym bag. She guards that thing suspiciously with her life.

"What does she keep in there?" I whisper to myself while sipping on my morning cold brew.

Meet Tara. She's the 5'5, golden-blonde, tight-ass that always gets what she wants, and is my neighbor on the hill, for now.