I have just moved into my new house on Woodland drive. All my neighbors came to greet me, except her. There was something about her that I was drawn to, I’m not sure if it was her hair, her house, or the mysterious vibe of her.

Her lawn is well kept and clean, no sticks, no weeds, and no imperfections. Was the inside like that too? The next few nights I was just wondering, what is her deal? One particular neighbor, Mrs. Jane, a sweet old lady, probably in her late fifties, told me to watch my back around her, but why? I needed to find out more.

The next morning around nine o’clock, I mustered up all the courage inside me and started out to find more about this mysterious women. As I closed the door behind me, I saw her leaving her house at the same time. She was going for a run. Woodland drive is a particularly nice neighborhood, but she didn’t have high end clothes like everyone else did. She wasn’t wearing the most expensive shirt or leggings, she was simply wearing a pink shirt you may find at target with simple black leggings. Her blonde hair was up in a beautiful ponytail that fell between her shoulder blades. I needed to know more.

I decided to give Mrs. Jane a call and see what she meant by “watching my back”. In just a few short minutes I was talking to Mrs. Jane on her couch, drinking tea and getting to know each other. We started talking about all the little things in life. Then I asked. Why should I watch my back around her? She seems so innocent and sweet, what could be wrong? Then, she told me. Mystery girls name was Mack. Her deal? She supposedly has had a rough past, but why does she care about Mack’s past? Is the whole neighborhood just stuck up? I said my farewell to Mrs. Jane and walked back home after talking for a few hours. I walked right by the perfectly kept house, the gorgeous lawn, the white picket fence, the flower beds, I still needed more information on her.

I went home and changed clothes to more casual clothes to try and be on the same level as Mack. I walked up to her from door, the beautiful peach color, and I knocked. No answer. I knocked again but I held my breath this time. Then, out of nowhere I felt a tap on my shoulder and there mystery girl was. Smiling at me, I asked her if we could go in and talk, she agreed.

To this day. 30 years later Mack is my wife, and we still live in Woodland Drive, New Mexico. Oh, and her deal? She lived in an orphanage till she was 16. She was adopted by a nice family who we still adore. That’s it. That, is Mack’s deal.