parties started.
“You just look familiar.”
Friday nights brought music through my bedroom wall. Saturdays brought laughter, shouting, and car doors slamming past midnight.
I tolerated that.
The parking was harder to ignore.
One evening, I stepped outside and found a silver sedan with two wheels planted squarely on my grass.
I knocked on Audrey’s door.
I tolerated that.
“Audrey, please ask your guests not to park on my property.”
“Oh!” She glanced past me. “Sorry. I’ll tell them.”
The following weekend, muddy tire tracks cut across the same patch.
A week later, two of my flowers had been flattened.
Then one Sunday morning, a car sat across half my driveway.
“It’s very… traditional.”
Audrey came outside while I was examining the damage.
She looked at my flower beds and smiled. “You really spend a lot of time on this garden.”
“I enjoy it.”
“It’s very… traditional.”
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