too.
I added it to the agreement.
She groaned.
But signed.
The party happened.
Music.
Balloons.
Cars lining the street.
I stayed completely out of it.
Sunday afternoon at 4:20, Denise knocked again.
The tables were neatly folded.
The cooler had been washed and completely dried.
The slow cooker was spotless.
The drink dispenser somehow looked cleaner than when I gave it to her.
I inspected everything carefully.
Denise stood nearby with her arms folded.
“Well?”
“What?”
“Are you satisfied?”
“Very.”
I went inside and returned with her $350
