Magnolia Wren had seen it all. She saw the brats from middle school across the road daily. The teenagers tore through the streets like mini hurricanes on their bikes—laughing and swearing loudly, spraying their energy drinks onto carefully tended hedges.
They mocked the mailman, rang doorbells at midnight, and hurled cuss words freely, because they thought it cool. They often crushed petals, throwing used soda cans into her rose bushes, stomped through her garden at night, and took peaches from her tree without asking. Even the kindest neighbors felt trapped in a never-ending circus.
She bore it all, even when they took her late husband’s wind chimes and broke them, left oil spills in her birdbath, pulled up garden stakes into twisted shapes, and played ball near her home—shattering her window. But when she saw them ragging a little boy…Magnolia’s hands could no longer remain still!