Deanna crouched atop the roof of her house and listened to the screams from her neighbor’s house. She tried to get along with everyone, but when someone refused to cut their grass on a regular basis, what else was she supposed to do? Someone had to keep the riffraff in line.
The screams stopped as the sirens drew near before slipping back into her house. Her husband, Mike, waited for her.
“Well?” he asked.
She smiled. “We won’t have to worry about him lowering our property values now.”
Mike smiled and kissed her forehead. “Something had to be done, dear.”