I didn’t argue.
I simply handed him the water bill.
His eyes widened.
“What happened?”
“Listen.”
I pressed play.
Diana’s voice came through the speaker.
“I’ve been watering my lawn off your faucet for YEARS. Since before you and Harold split. Ran a hose right through that gap every night… And nobody ever noticed.”
Harold’s face lost all color.
“Years?”
I said nothing.
“We fought about money for years.”
“I know.”
At that moment, Diana appeared near the fence.
“Harold, tell her she’s being dramatic. We’re family.”
Harold slowly turned toward his mother.
“Family?”
She looked confused.
“You took our water for years and let me blame my wife because I thought she couldn’t manage money.”
“It was only water,” Diana snapped. “Don’t you dare take her side.”
Harold pulled out his checkbook.
Right there on my porch, he wrote a check covering the entire bill.
