I remember blinking at her.
“You destroyed the lawn.”
“And those little sticks looked tacky,” she replied before clicking away in heels sharp enough to puncture reality itself.
That was Marlene Kensington.
HOA president for eight straight years.
Retired real estate agent.
Weaponized smile.
The kind of woman who sent violation notices because someone’s mailbox paint faded half a shade off regulation black.
She fined teenagers for basketball hoops left out overnight.
Sent warning letters about Christmas lights still hanging on January third.
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