I expected to feel victorious.
Instead, I felt relieved.
That surprised me.
I did not want a war with my neighbor.
Most people do not.
They want to sit outside without being exposed to someone else’s assumptions.
They want their property respected.
They want the ordinary peace that comes from knowing the line between yours and mine still means something.
The stop work order was eventually lifted after the city finished its review.
Vanessa’s deck project resumed.
The trucks returned.
The contractors returned.
The nail guns started again.
Life, as it usually does, moved on.
But the final detail is the one that made the whole situation unforgettable.
Vanessa still installed the modern fence she had wanted from the beginning.
Black posts.
Horizontal cedar slats.
Clean, contemporary, exactly the kind of thing that would probably look good in a real estate listing.
Only this time, she built it completely on her own property.
Three inches away from mine.
So now two fences run side by side between our backyards.
Mine and hers.
Separate.
Distinct.
Impossible to confuse.
When visitors see them, they usually laugh.
