Elizabeth yelled at her next-door neighbor, the one who was always giving her grief. “Your burning bush is out of control, Miss Matthews! I cannot see down the street!” Mrs. Huffy pursed her lips with indignation. Elizabeth had seen that look many times since she bought her home three years ago. The woman was a vicious gossip, and the bane of Elizabeth’s existence. “Your real problem is that you can no longer see in my window, you nosy old woman. Why else do you think I let it grow like that? It was so I can come and go without your spying and snooping on me!” “How dare you speak to me like that?” she angrily demanded. “You have no right to block our view from our window! I am going to trim that bush so that I can see!” “No, you are not!” Elizabeth was getting angry, which was a bad thing because her language always took a turn for the worse when she was furious. “Yes, I am!
