"What are you sorry for?"
Finally, he faced me.
"I'm sorry I took the crossover after you said no. I'm sorry I let people eat and drink inside. I'm also sorry I expected Timothy to make you drop it."
"Why won't this happen again?"
His eyes moved toward the driveway.
"Because your things aren't mine."
Finally, he faced me.
I accepted the envelope.
"Now, that's an apology."
***
The crossover was cleaned. The stains disappeared, and so did the smell.
The frame came down too. It had done its job.
"Now, that's an apology."
Jake paid what he owed.
Timothy stopped asking me to surrender my boundaries, and Donna and Craig finally let their grown son face his own consequences.
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