it was old.”
“Yes.”
“And despite believing that, you still left it filthy on my porch.”
Denise looked away.
For once, she had no immediate excuse.
“If you had knocked on my door and said, ‘I’m sorry. It stopped working and I don’t know what happened,’ this entire situation would have gone differently.”
She stared at the grass.
“I had people at my house.”
“I know.”
“I was stressed.”
“I know.”
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then Denise finally said:
“I shouldn’t have left it like that.”
“No.”
