Two middle aged dudes who look like they could be brothers climb out of a silver MBZ SUV and step across the sidewalk toward Polly’s front door. I’m seated on the park bench, flipping through Twitter on my phone.
Brother passenger with the paunch says, “Smells like a skunk.”
Brother driver with his shirt tucked in says, “What?”
“Skunk.”
“Sorry?”
“Oh. It smells like coffee if you get closer.”
He’s right.