Watching.
SHE WALKED STRAIGHT INTO MY YARD
A few days later, I was making sandwiches in the kitchen when I heard shouting outside.
Not children.
An adult.
Angry.
I dropped the knife and rushed through the back door.
Marlene was standing beside the pool.
Inside my fenced backyard.
The gate was hanging open behind her.
She had entered my property without knocking.
And she was leaning toward my youngest child.
“What is happening?”
I immediately stepped between them.
Marlene pointed at the pool.
“Your children are too loud!”
All four kids went silent.
Water dripped from their hair.
They looked terrified.
“I want peace and quiet,” Marlene snapped.
“Is that really too much to ask?”
I looked at my children.
I had been inside the entire time.
I hadn’t heard screaming.
Only normal splashing.
They knew the rules.
No shrieking.
No blasting music.
No pool after certain hours.
