The garbage needed to go out. It was Tuesday evening. Sheila looked out to the curb and there was no trash can. Ted obviously didn’t get that chore completed. He truly hated fighting the can through the narrow walkway, plus Elinda’s flowers took up half the path. She would need to get it out regardless. She gave herself a once-over glance. Yoga pants, Halloween T-shirt, and no bra. She shrugged her shoulders. Slipping on her bright green Crocs, she twisted her hair up into a yellow clip....