knocking on Audrey’s door just so she could roll her eyes at me.
My gaze drifted toward the sprinkler controls beside the back door.
I turned the dial.
My husband had installed the system years ago, and the heads along that side of the yard still worked perfectly.
I turned the dial.
Water shot across the lawn.
A woman in a blue dress had just stepped out of one of the cars when the first spray caught her across the legs.
She yelped and jumped backward.
Audrey appeared almost immediately.
“What the—?”
Another guest made a run for Audrey’s porch and got soaked across the shoulders. Someone else shrieked about her hair while three people scrambled to move their cars.
I stood at my door, watching the sprinklers sweep calmly back and forth.
Audrey appeared almost immediately.
“Is something wrong?”
“Helen!”
I stepped outside. “Is something wrong?”
“You’re spraying my
