My Neighbors Treated My Fence Like It Was Theirs Until I Finally Put a Stop to It

afternoon at home.

I heard footsteps approach the fence. Then a pause. Then the soft rattle of a clothespin being applied.

I looked up from my book.

A shirt had been lifted over the fence from their side, and I watched a hand reach toward the fence cap and press the jaws of a clothespin against the curve.

The pin slid off immediately. The shirt, still continue reading …