Mary knew what she was getting into when she moved to the town of Morehall. Few people chose to make it their home because it would rain ten months of the year. History had warned, but her realtor had assured her otherwise. “Climate change has worked in your favour.” She had said. “It doesn’t rain as much as it used to. We get at least seven dry months. We have the occasional rain, but it’s nothing major. Look—I live here, I send my kids go to school here. I’m telling you, it’s the perfect town to start your retirement. This is a quiet neighbourhood with an excellent hospital, lots of greenery, natural scenery…”
Mary scowled as she clutched her window observing the showers pouring for the third day in a row. According to the over-entusiastic voice in the radio, it was just the beginning of Morehall’s signature rains.
Signing, Mary poured herself another cup of coffee and pulled out Live and Learn, and Pass it On. Her mother-in-law had given it to her while she’d been pregnant with Harry, and Mary had no one to pass it on to.
Knock, knock, knock.
She frowned to herself as she opened the front door. In the one week since she’d moved, no one had called. It was a twenty-something girl wearing a red frock under her rain poncho. She held in her hand a paper package.
“Hi” she smiled. “I’m Lisa, and I live down the road. I noticed you hadn’t come out, so I brought you some bread, and eggs from our farm.” She extended the package and Mary accepted, her heart overwhelmed and eyes whelming.
“Thank you, Lisa.”
“Oh, what else are neighbours for?”
To pass on what you enjoyed, of course.