welcoming neighbour

have received the invitation through her ex - husband; "come and see me" she said.
so i went.
she welcomes me with a dry hello.
"hello, miss Constance".
then she says "only time will tell if we'll be friends".
and i just look at her. her face is rather ugly, and the way she speaks ...
" be carefull" she says. then nothing. silence.
i am looking around. it's dark. and the bench we're sitting on is cold.
random thoughts, rain, and then she speaks again. "i do not want the rain drops from your roof to fall onto my fence".
i look puzzled. she can sense my mute laughter.
i'm sure she's smart; she looks smart under her ugliness. she does not smile. not even once. silence again. and rain. a distant cry of a night bird. and the wind.
she looks old. and ugly. and somehow defeated. i'm thinking "by what? by who?" ...
more silence.
her backyard looks so strange tonight. and this conversation is going nowhere. more rain. more silence. and darkness. i'm cold, and i'm still laughing in my mind.
"i'm going home, miss Constance".
she looks at me.
"good night!" she says. then she leaves.
she just left.
i'll see myself out ...