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HOWDY-HO, NEIGHBORINOS
The REAL House-Spouses of Goldsmith Trail
“Desperate Housewives” and “Santa Clarita Diet” Collide
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**Disclaimer: Aspects of this story have been fictionalized for entertainment purposes.***
Episode 1: The Fur Flies
My husband needed to get rid of a hard-on, fast.
“Ricki Rox naked on a cold day, Ricki Rox naked on a cold day,” Joe chanted out loud.
I shuddered. I love a good Austin Powers joke as much as anyone. But Ricki Rox! What a person to think about, first thing in the morning! But who could forget Ricki, our crazy former neighbor with a creepy thing for Joe?
I had a moment to laugh with my handsome spouse before giving the kids their school sendoff. A reverie of the old neighborhood sagas washed over me as I threw on a pair of worn jeans and remembered. I’d never planned on becoming a party to their bullsh*t.
I was too good to enter the fray — the Ned Flanders of the neighborhood. Right up until I wasn’t.
Once upon a time, we moved to a long and branched vein of a street in the bowels of Santa Clarita. And it wasn’t long ago that we came to live next door to Ricki, her long-suffering husband, and their son. It was…