Clarence raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t.” “You’ll regret this,” the man snapped, stepping in closer. “I’ll sue you—civil damages, reckless endangerment, destruction of property, whatever sticks. You’re in over your head.”
Clarence opened his mouth, then hesitated. His voice didn’t carry the same strength this time. “I was watering my plants. Same thing I’ve always done.” The man turned abruptly, muttering, “Menace,” and stomped away. “We’ll see how funny this is when the cops are on your porch.”