Her Nasty Neighbor Threw Eggs At Her Car But She Decided To Get Even

The next morning, just as I was feeding Lucas, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Brad looking… deflated. Much like his Frankenstein. He wasn’t his usual cocky self, and for a split second, I almost felt bad.

“I, uh, wanted to apologize,” he mumbled, not quite meeting my eyes. “For egging your car. I overreacted.”

I crossed my arms, taking my time before responding. “Yeah, you did.”

“I just… I didn’t realize how hard it must be, you know, with the twins and all.” He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.”

I let the silence hang for a moment longer, watching him squirm. “Thanks for apologizing, Brad. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

He nodded quickly, eager to escape the awkwardness. “No, it won’t.”

As he turned to leave, I couldn’t help but add, “Funny how things have a way of balancing out, huh?”

He glanced back, and for once, Brad had nothing to say.