That was true. Mark's yard was narrow and mostly taken up by an old shed. Mine was wider, with a patch of lawn, two flower beds, and a small stone patio.
He continued before I could answer.
"I heard you mention that you were going to your mom's place. I was wondering if I could use your backyard for the party."
I stared at him for a moment.
"My backyard?"
"Just for Saturday afternoon," he said quickly. "A few people, some food, maybe music. Nothing wild."
I hesitated.
I liked my privacy.
I also cared about my flower beds. I had spent most of the spring planting roses, lavender, and small white daisies around the fence.
Mark seemed to notice my concern.
"I promise I'll clean everything up before you get back," he said. "You won't even know anyone was there."
His request sounded harmless.
More than harmless, really.
It sounded ordinary.
