I came home after it had snowed and saw my elderly neighbour clearing her driveway. She looked really tired.
I told my husband about it, and he said,
“I’ll be doing that from now on.”
About 4 years later, she caught us. I thought she was going to start yelling because I was on her property, but she smiled, and said,
“Looks like you two finally got caught red-handed.”
I blinked, still holding the shovel. My husband froze behind me, leaning on his. It was 6 a.m., mid-January. We’d been sneaking over before work whenever it snowed. She had this long, cracked concrete driveway that sloped down, and every winter it got slick as ice.