The camera guy shrieked and stumbled back, dropping the lens. The woman staggered, clutching her face. “What is that?! What is that smell?!” “It’s fertilizer,” Robert said flatly. “For the vines.” “You sprayed us with chemicals?!” she screamed. “This is assault! I have allergies!”
“You crossed a sensor. It waters the plants. You weren’t invited.” “I’ve got this on video,” she screeched, pointing to the phone still rolling in the ring light. “I’m going to post this. You’ll be ruined.” Robert didn’t reply. He simply turned back toward the house, the sting of her words chasing him down the path.