But I was too angry to listen.
Eventually, he agreed to help arrange the barriers, insisting that the equipment be used with permission and that enough clearance remain around the car.
That night, we positioned the heavy sections around Richard’s Mercedes.
By morning, the expensive vehicle sat inside a concrete enclosure.
There was no room to drive out.
I stood on my porch admiring the result.
For the first time in six months, I felt as though I’d finally taken control.
That feeling lasted about twenty minutes.
Richard came storming
