Marion, my neighbor, is standing outside her house, Her hazel eyes are clouded with frustration. The breeze ruffled her short grey hair.
Hi!
her Australian accent thickening slightly under stress.
I've tried everything I can think of, but my bloody TV won't turn on.
She leaned against the wooden fence separating our yards, her casual demeanor replaced by an air of desperation.
Would you be a dear and come take a look for me?