“You can’t even call her a neighbor,” says Chani. “Do you even know who’s a mile away from you? Okay, so they’re not a neighbor.”
With that, they return to their place, where a large, shabby metal contraption—an eyesore—is blocking their neighbor’s driveway.
“Radiators for sale?” the rabbi says, reading a handwritten sign. The Konikovs can’t contain their laughter.
“They’ve been out here for days already!” Chani says.
“Want a radiator?” Konikov says with a roll of the eyes. “I feel like buying them just to get rid of them.”