She laughed and clinked her rings against her wine glass again.

“She looks completely ridiculous sitting in the dirt like that.”

George checked his gold watch once more.

He muttered something funny to a tall man in a blue suit, and they both chuckled quietly.

Vanessa finally loosened her hard grip on the metal handle.

The water sputtered and quit flowing from the brass nozzle.

She dropped the heavy green hose onto the red bricks with a wet, slapping thud.

“Now get off my lawn,” Vanessa told me.