I stood there and waited for the sentence to fix itself.
It did not.
“You mean my fence,” I said.
Her smile tightened just enough to show me she was annoyed, not confused.
“It was shared.”
“No,” I said. “It wasn’t.”
She crossed her arms.
“It was right on the property line.”
“Do you have a survey?”
That question changed her face.
Not much.
Just enough.
“Not with me,” she said.
“Have you ever seen one?”
She looked toward the deck, then back at me.
“The previous owner told me it was shared.”
There are sentences that tell you a person made a mistake.
Then there are sentences that tell you a person built an entire plan on top of one.
This was the second kind.
Vanessa gestured at the crew like the finished product should make the permission problem disappear.
“We’re putting in a modern horizontal fence,” she said. “Black posts, cedar slats. It’s going to look amazing.”
Amazing.
That word landed badly.
People use “amazing” when they want the result to matter more than the way they got there.
