“Marlene.”
My entire body shook.
“Do you understand what you just did?”
She looked almost pleased.
“I understand that maybe now I can sleep.”
“At five in the morning?”
“Maybe now you’ll teach those children manners.”
I opened my mouth.
Then closed it.
There was no argument that would fix this woman.
I had spent two years trying to reason with someone who viewed every compromise as surrender.
So I stopped speaking.
And lifted my phone.
I STARTED RECORDING
Marlene frowned.
“What are you doing?”
I said nothing.
I filmed the truck.
Slowly.
Clearly.
The license plate.
Company logo.
The chute extending over my property.
