Doing Well

Rhonda Nichols never had much luck with living things, like goldfish, plants, or guys. So, one evening at the mailboxes, when the tall neighbor four floors down took a quick interest, she didn't resist. But, she also didn't encourage. Slight indifference, a good defense, Rhonda had learned. Very nearly married, twice, she knew too well words weren't contracts, and contracts were no guarantees. Single and fifty-one, the math begins to sum differently, totals not important. Expect less, hurt less, if things go south, quick as they may. Their good neighbor policy lasted two months, Vegas weekends, then a Caribbean cruise. Rhonda had a blast, didn't care his calls stopped, so did hers. All good, they're always friendly in the lobby. Her new plant, his first gift, still doing well.