get bored after that many years.”
I stared at her.
“You came into my house to tell me this?”
She shrugged.
“I’m just being honest. Woman to woman.”
She said it like she was warning me about bad weather.
I stood, picked up her untouched coffee, and carried it to the sink.
“Then woman to woman, you should go home.”
That night, I told Irvin everything.
His expression changed immediately.
“She actually said that?”
“Every word.”
His jaw tightened.
“Then I’m done helping her.”
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And he meant it.
When Vanessa called about scratching sounds in her garage, he told her to contact pest control.
When she complained about a sticking door, he sent her a handyman’s number.
But Vanessa didn’t stop.
She simply stopped pretending.
Whenever Irvin worked outside, she leaned over the fence to talk to him.
She brought homemade cookies and claimed she had made too
