This couple moved into South Philadelphia. They had purchased an affordable two-story rowhome, which had been owned by the same family for generations. The final resident was an old woman whose children weren’t interested in staying in the neighborhood.
The couple got such a good price, because very little had been updated in the house. The kitchen and bathroom were the originals. Once they settled in, they started their renovations.
It wasn’t long before they met their neighbors, two old ladies. As it turned out, they were the sisters of the deceased former owner. Three sisters had lived in a row. The two sisters were vigilant about the couple’s activities. They were vocal about any change - no matter how small – the couple made. The new owners persisted in creating their own home, considering the women a mere annoyance.
This story of the couple became the germ of my first novel, When Love Was Clean Underwear. I began to wonder, Who would be intimidated by these women? The story gave me three characters – the two sisters and South Philadelphia. Where else could this happen?