Sarah received several complaints about the condition of her house from one of her neighbors, Mrs. Cardigan.
The older woman also yelled at her when she couldn’t fix it promptly.
But instead of being mad, Sarah invited her and two other neighbors into her home, which surprisingly changed everything.
Mrs.
Teller,
I can’t believe I have to complain about this situation. You have to fix your yard immediately. Your house needs painting.
It’s a disaster! It makes our neighborhood look awful, and all our houses are losing value since you’re right around the corner. Please do it promptly!
Sincerely,
Mrs.
Cardigan.
Sarah sighed after reading another of Mrs. Cardigan’s messages. The older woman left notes stuck to her front door for the past two weeks, but there was nothing Sarah could do for now.
She sighed and crumpled the letter in her hands, taking it inside and throwing it too forcefully into her garbage can.
“This awful, nosy woman doesn’t understand anything,” she told herself and started putting away the few groceries she had just bought and continued her busy day. All she needed to do now was ignore the situation and hope they would just shut up about it.
She closed the door and peeked at them through her curtains. All three of them had stopped a few yards away and were discussing something intensely.
However, Sarah should’ve expected what happened the next day.
KNOCK!
KNOCK! KNOCK! RING!
RING! RING!
Sarah frowned as she raised her head from changing her one-year-old son’s diaper. Someone was at the door, knocking with pounding fists and ringing the bell insistently, which might wake her tired husband, Andrew, who just had a long night shift at the factory and needed his sleep.
Her older children were in school, but her baby required peace. If this wasn’t an emergency, whoever was outside didn’t have to be demanding her attention like that.
Her frown stayed in place as she opened the door and saw three of her neighbors. She wasn’t surprised.
It was only a matter of time before they would get tired of her ignoring the complaints about her yard. One of them was Mrs. Cardigan.
There was also Mr. Sanders and Mrs. Levy.
They all lived in a small town in Washington, and Sarah met them at some point but briefly. “Hello… what’s going on?” she asked, confused at their angry faces.
“Mrs. Teller, I’ve sent many notes, and they’ve all gone unnoticed, apparently,” Mrs.
Cardigan began. Her hands were raised, and her body moved with her attitude, which had a mocking tone that Sarah didn’t enjoy. “You seem to think having a yard in this condition is perfectly normal, not to mention the exterior, which is completely falling apart.
We’re about to establish a homeowner’s association, and this just won’t do! You’ll actually get fined for this. Is that what you want?”
The other neighbors behind her nodded their heads, added a few complaints of their own, and even laughed at some point.
Mrs. Cardigan had the worst cackle of them all. Sarah knew it looked terrible, but fixing her garden was not on her list of priorities.
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