Marlene had looked at me over the rim of oversized sunglasses worth more than my monthly electric bill.
“Oh honey,” she laughed lightly, “it’s just grass.”
Just grass.
People say things like that when they’ve never spent a summer rebuilding irrigation trenches by hand.
The second time, I installed decorative stone edging.
She drove over it.
The third time, I put up small garden stakes connected with twine.
She snapped them like toothpicks.
The fifth time, she actually rolled down her window while parking.
“You know,” she said smugly, “the HOA can fine homeowners for unattractive lawn barriers.”
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