“You’re right.”
His willingness to agree unsettled me.
Then he looked directly at the ruined porch.
“But you shouldn’t have built it.”
I wanted to argue.
Instead, I thought about Fletcher’s warning and the moment I’d watched the Mercedes rise.
I hadn’t been worried about safety.
I’d been enjoying Richard’s humiliation.
“You’re right about that too,” I finally admitted.
We stood quietly beside the wall.
Then Richard asked, “How do we fix this?”
My Neighbor Parked His Car on My Lawn – The Surprise Waiting for Him the Next Morning Was Priceless
My Neighbor Kept Throwing His Dog’s Waste Into My Yard and Left a Bag on My Porch When I Asked Him to Stop – He Thought It Was Funny Until Karma Struck Where He Least Expected
My Neighbor Covered My Car in Concrete for ‘Blocking Her Lake View’ – Then My 8-Year-Old Daughter Wiped the Smile off Her Face
It was the first question either of us had asked that wasn’t really about winning.
