She had also completed unauthorized alterations despite explicit restrictions in the lease.
Electricity
The more he inspected, the more problems he found.
“I should’ve checked sooner,” he admitted.
I looked toward Monica’s house.
“So she’s moving?”
“Yes.”
That was karma’s second visit.
And this time, I hadn’t arranged anything.
Home & Garden
A month later, I sat on my porch drinking iced tea while a moving truck idled in Monica’s driveway.
Boxes disappeared into the back one after another.
Monica never looked toward me.
I didn’t wave.
I didn’t gloat.
There was no need.
My little garden gnome stood proudly beside the mailbox, still wearing Monica’s terrible blue paint because I had decided not to remove it.
Gardening
The paint had become part of his story.
Maybe mine too.
For years, I believed being kind meant absorbing inconveniences without complaint.
