From My Garage Roof
Fbailey story number 736 From My Garage Roof As I tucked my daughter Audrey into bed and said, “Goodnight” She asked, “Daddy, did you get my Frisbee off the garage roof?” I replied, “Not yet honey, but I will.” I kissed her forehead and then got out the ladder and climbed up on the garage roof. The Frisbee was not easy to find in the dark since it was the same color as the roof. As I looked around I noticed that I could see over the top of the ridge. The house behind ours that faced the other street belonged to Sarah. She had three teenage daughters. I could see into the second story bathroom. The lights were on, the curtain was open, and so was the window itself. Music was blaring from that …