The Conversation Finally Changed
Until that moment, Monica had treated the situation like a silly disagreement between neighbors.
But now she realized I wasn't guessing.
I had dates.
I had photographs.
I had utility bills showing the unusual increase.
And I had already contacted the utility company for information about my consumption.
I told her I didn't want to involve authorities or turn a neighborhood dispute into something bigger.
I simply wanted her to stop.
There was a long silence.
Finally, she said:
“So what do you want?”
I answered:
“I want you to charge your car at your own house.”
She looked annoyed.
“But my charger isn't installed yet.”
I shrugged.
“That isn't my responsibility.”
For the first time, she didn't have an immediate comeback.
