“He knows Rachel has the permit files, and he is terrified you are going to block the construction.”

“It would save us a lot of trouble if we just let him do it,” I said, pulling a chair out.

“Nine hundred and fifty dollars for a survey is already gone.

If he fixes the grass, maybe we can just live with the fence where it is.”

“You are letting him win because you hate arguing,” she said, her voice rising with that quick, youthful energy.

“He took eight feet of our yard.