“I should have.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Denise gets fixed on things. Once she decides something isn’t going to change, it doesn’t change. I’ve learned to pick my battles at home and I left this one too long.”
“Paul,” I said. “You have two legal parking spaces directly in front of your house. You have a driveway. There was genuinely nowhere else she needed to be.”
Ezoic
“I know.”
“Then I’m struggling to understand how this ran for twenty-two mornings.”
He exhaled. “It started when she was dropping things at her sister’s early in the morning. She said she’d only be five minutes. Then you complained.”
I waited.
“Then,” he said, with the careful tone of someone delivering information they find embarrassing, “it became a point of pride.”
I stared at him.
“She kept doing it because I complained?”
His face confirmed it.
