My Neighbors Treated My Fence Like It Was Theirs Until I Finally Put a Stop to It

Nothing feels pretended.

My friend Mark came over again recently and sat on the porch and at one point nodded toward the clean fence line.

“Whatever happened to the laundry situation?”

“Took care of it,” I said.

“How?”

“Changed the fence.”

He nodded like that was a perfectly sensible answer. Maybe it was.

I still don’t fully know whether I did the right continue reading …