As he lingered, he saw the neighbor woman glance toward his pool. Her gaze lingered on the water, almost appraising, before she turned back to the boxes. It unsettled him in a way he couldn’t name. Still, courtesy mattered.
He crossed the lawn and raised a hand in greeting. “Hello. I’m Arthur Caldwell. Welcome.” The husband barely looked up. “Yeah,” he muttered, eyes fixed on his phone. The woman didn’t acknowledge him at all.