keep assuming Richard will pay for everything?”
“Because his car hit my house!”
Fletcher sighed.
“Robert, I warned you that the barriers were a terrible idea.”
I looked away.
“You had every reason to be upset about your lawn,” he continued. “But you didn’t build that wall to protect your property.”
I frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
“You built it because you wanted to embarrass Richard.”
I wanted to argue.
But part of me knew he was right.
Two days later, a contractor inspected the porch.
The repair estimate
