I have been writing a novel

in my head about my neighbor. The widow and her daughter had lived together most of the time since the father died.  Then about a year or so ago the mother moved to town to live with the other daughter, leaving the daughter living by herself on the homeplace.  A few months ago, a someone driving a pickup truck started living there.  I would see the pickup and the daughter's car there most days.  Then, suddenly, a couple of month ago, daughter's car was gone, never to return, and what looked to me to be a different pickup was there most nights.  Once in a while mother's car or other daughter's car would be there, sometimes for a few days, and sometimes just a day.  My novel in my head said that daughter had moved her boyfriend into the home with her, mother ran them both off, and now someone else was living in mother's house.  I could not decide who the pickup truck guy could be.  Then, a few days ago, I passed pickup truck on the road.  The driver was daughter # 1.  She likely bought a pickup, and instead of trading in her car, sold it outright after a few weeks.  This is not nearly as good a story as I was writing in my head.