Boots.
Pants.
Hands.
Then my face.
“A man who can’t keep his own yard presentable probably shouldn’t lecture the association about property law.”I wiped my hands on a rag.
“I’m not lecturing you.”
“That’s certainly how your letters sound.”
“They’re copies of a plat map.”
“Exactly.”
I almost smiled.
She continued.
“Bellweather Pines has legitimate concerns about its western boundary.”
“My house isn’t your western boundary.”
“It affects it.”
“So does the mountain.”
She did not appreciate that.
I told her something then that seemed irrelevant at the time.
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