shovel against the fence.
“Would you do it again?”
I thought about the question.
Six months earlier, I’d have answered without hesitation.
Richard had deserved a lesson.
Or at least, that’s what I’d told myself.
But now I remembered the sound of his Mercedes crashing into my porch.
The damaged support.
The repair estimate.
And the moment I realized I could have made an already frustrating situation much worse. GetWriting Tools
“No,” I said finally. “I’d handle it differently.”
A few days later, Richard pulled into his driveway while I