The Old Lady, My neighbour

The old Lady came out of her house screaming and feeling she could do that at the top of her lungs. "You meddling stupid Boy" I looked around and looked back at her from across the streets I could feel Anger projecting from her, radiating like a Microwave warming up food, her temper getting hotter I had no choice but to ignored as I did always and didn't want any problems with any one especially a old Lady that would be really crazy. "You stay off my Lawn" she yelled again This time giving me the fist up in the air like a boxer. She turned around and went back in her home and the door slammed shut. so much for a neighbour I stuttered under my breathe, I was only 18 mum came out to comfort me as she observed everything that was happening from behind the window curtain "one day somebody's really going to teach that old lady a lesson" " Muuuum" I prolonged "I was cooking Lasangne and I couldn't help but hear how she spoke to you" "but mum she's very old and I did go over there one time to get my football ball back. "that gives her no right to talk to you like that son, perhaps I'll gladly have a word with her." I rolled my eyes and went upto my room "I was just trying to help Kevin" 😪