WHEN she first moved to Garden Street, Jenna enjoyed her front-gate chats with her neighbour, Esme. Indeed, every time Jenna returned home from work or an outing, the dear old thing would be out front, smiling, awaiting a chin wag. Turns out, however, you could lose ten minutes to an hour engaging Esme. It got so bad that Jenna would sometimes scale her side fence to avoid her. At other times, after parking and seeing Esme opening her door, Jenna would slide down in her seat until Esme returned inside. Ridiculous, she thought, what Esme was making her do.