He didn’t flinch. “Yeah,” he said casually, like this was a mundane morning chore. “You parked in front of my house. People can’t see the full setup because of your stupid car.” “So… you egged my car because it blocked your decorations?” I asked, incredulous. “You could’ve parked somewhere else,” he shrugged. “It’s Halloween. Don’t be dramatic.” “Good fun? Did you really think that was good fun?” I countered. “You couldn’t have left a note? Knocked on my door? I have to be at work at eight a.m., and now I get to scrape eggs off my car because you wanted a better angle for your fog machine?” “The neighbors come to see my display every year,” Derek said, rolling his eyes. “Even your kids! Don’t deny it. I worked hard on the graveyard scene.”Continue reading…
