you moved in?”
“You knew who I was when you moved in?”
Audrey nodded. “At first, the parties were just parties. Then I saw how much the parking bothered you.”
“So you kept encouraging it.”
Her silence answered for her.
I pointed toward the crushed edge of my flower bed.
“Did that make you feel better?”
“Did that make you feel better?”
Audrey looked at the damage.
“No.”
I glanced back at her ruined white porch.
“Well. Covering my yard in birdseed hasn’t exactly made me look mature either.”
“Covering my yard in birdseed hasn’t exactly made me look mature either.”
For the first time since she had stormed over, Audrey almost smiled.
Not because anything was fixed. But because neither of us could pretend anymore that this had ever really been about parking.
Audrey turned toward her house.
“Wait.”
I glanced back at her ruined white porch.
She stopped.
