I barely noticed.
My house had just been hit.
“What have you done?” I whispered.
Richard rushed toward the barrier.
“LOOK AT MY CAR!”
I turned toward him.
“YOUR CAR JUST SMASHED INTO MY PORCH!”
He pointed at my concrete wall.
“This never would’ve happened if you hadn’t trapped it!”
“And none of this would’ve happened if you’d stopped parking on my property!”
We continued arguing until Orson intervened.
“Enough. Nobody’s been injured, and I’m not attempting another lift today.”
Richard demanded that he reconsider.
Orson refused.
For once, Richard