“I know!” I agreed.
The documentary was about a young couple’s helper taking over the house while they were away.
There were scenes of drinking and drugs and an overcrowded house. Only for them to clean everything away before the couple returned.
Now, I sat in my sweatpants at my desk and waited for the footage to load. If I was being honest, all I wanted was to check on whether the neighbors, the Jacobs, had done anything.
They had been a constant nuisance, always finding reasons to complain or call the police on me due to noise complaints. Their favorite target was the construction of my pool when, to be honest, it was pretty loud.
“You’re young, and you’re entitled to have pool parties, Stella,” Nathan said when the construction was finally over and I was hellbent on having my friends over.
“I know that,” I said. “But they seem to hate it. Also, they’re not an old couple, and their kids are teenagers, so they should be used to noise. I hear them having people over, too.”
