Eli nodded. “Happens. Just don’t let it happen again.” “Yeah, yeah. Of course,” the man said, climbing into his car. With a wave and a vague apology, he drove off. Eli stood there for another minute before walking back toward the house. Margaret was trimming the rose bushes, her gloves muddy.
“Someone parked down by the corn,” Eli said. “Told him to move.” She didn’t stop working. “And?” “He apologized. Said the lot was full.” Margaret looked up then, her eyes narrowing just a bit. “They’ll come back,” she said.