“And my driveway isn’t a stand against authority. It’s a driveway.”
“You’re completely right,” he said. “I should have said something sooner. I’m sorry.”
He told me he had already arranged for their driveway to be widened. Apparently the angle had been a source of irritation since they moved in, and the penalty notices had prompted a conversation about finally dealing with it properly. It would take three or four weeks.
In the meantime, he had told Denise she could use the legal roadside spaces or park behind him and move after he left for work.
Ezoic
“Will she?” I asked.
He gave a small, humorless smile. “She will now.”
He was right.
Denise never parked across my driveway again.
For several months she didn’t look at me when we happened to be outside at the same time, which I respected as a form of restraint on her part and which suited me fine. I didn’t need friendship. I needed a usable driveway, and I had one.
