Or had I finally decided that I was tired of being invisible?
I chose the second answer.
My husband often teased me about this contradiction.
I would return his incorrect order without hesitation.
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I would defend anyone who needed me.Compliance with the law
Anyone but me.
At some point, “keeping the peace” had turned into giving permission to other people to decide what I should tolerate.
I looked in the direction of the garage.
“Not tonight,” I murmured.
After sunset, I turned off the porch light, poured myself a glass of iced tea, and waited inside, where I could clearly see the driveway.Books and literature
Monica only had to stay off my property.
Finally, the Tesla parked in its driveway.
A few minutes later, Monica appeared with her charging cable.
Yoga pants .
Slippers.
Completely relaxed.Clothing
She walked towards my garage as if the outlet belonged to her.
Then she noticed the gnome.
She stopped.
“But what is this? ”
She stared at him.
My gnome.Myths and folklore
Its blue paint job is awful.
She was sitting right next to the outlet she wanted to use.
“Naughty little thing,” she murmured. “Move.”
She pushed him away with her slipper.
That’s when I started recording.
I left before she could plug anything in.
Monica jumped when she saw me.
“Eleanor!”
“Back?”
She looked at the cable she was holding in her hand.
Then I picked up my phone.Communication equipment
“What are you doing?”
“I’m recording you.”
His face tensed.
“Turn that off.”
“No.”
“I wasn’t doing anything.”
“You are on my property after midnight, with your charging cable next to my outlet.”
“I hadn’t even plugged it in.”
“Because I went out.”
