But Mrs. Higgins was blinking rapidly, struggling to breathe.
“Do you want me to grab you some water?” I called, already walking closer.
She waved me off, pride stitched into every wrinkle. “Oh, no, I’m fine. Just need to finish this up before the HOA starts their rounds. You know how they are.”
I tried to laugh. “Don’t remind me.”
I almost went back inside.
Mrs. Higgins gave a small smile, but her grip on the mower stayed firm.
“Seriously, let me help,” I said, stepping closer. “You shouldn’t be out here in this heat.”
She frowned. “It’s too much for you, dear. You should be resting, not mowing lawns for old ladies.”
I shrugged. “Resting is overrated. Besides, I need the distraction.”
“Trouble at home?”
