Denise looked irritated. “I don’t know.”
“At least four.”
I said, “What?”
Mark glanced at me. “I asked her too. A couple of weeks ago. Didn’t want to make things feel bigger than they needed to be.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“I thought it might sort itself.”
Denise said, “He was nicer about it.”
Mark’s eyebrows went up. “Apparently it didn’t work either.”
I loved him a great deal in that moment.
Denise looked at me. “You cost me money.”
“Parking in front of someone’s driveway cost you money.”
“You knew I would have moved it.”
“You moved it when there were consequences,” I said. “That’s not the same thing as moving it.”
“You embarrassed me in front of the whole street.”
I looked past her. Not a single person outside. The street silent, as it was at six-thirty in the morning.
Ezoic
