The two women sat at the table in the breakfast nook becoming acquainted over their morning coffee while a diapered baby sat in a playpen watching them intently.
He appeared to be a little less than a year old and was the very picture of a sweet, innocent babe.
The tot picked up a baby bottle lying on the floor of the playpen, put the nipple into his mouth and began to nurse without ever taking his eyes from the two women.
“So..,” the first woman said, “you had the house built and moved in.
That was what,…six months ago?”
“About that, I think,” replied the second woman.
She looked at the calendar hanging on the wall.
“Let’s see, Colin and I will have been here six months next week.
We like it up here, even though it’s so far from town.
I would have preferred to be a little closer to town.
Still, I moved to the country to have privacy and I’ve found it.
You’re my closest neighbor and you’re at least a half mile away from me.”
“Two miles,” said her neighbor succinctly “It’s two miles from my house to yours. Although my property line does start about three-quarters of a mile from your house.”