Then she looked at me.
“I didn’t know the fence was permitted,” she said. “I assumed it probably wasn’t because of the height.”
“You didn’t ask,” I said.
“No,” she said. “I didn’t.”
I said good morning and went back through the gap in the property lines to my yard, and I heard the gate settle behind me, and I went inside and scratched Biscuit behind the continue reading …
