Julia is taken aback by the boldness of their new neighbors, who plotted to have her and her husband Ethan evicted. In response, Ethan and Julia devise a clever scheme to make them rue their deceit. As the unsuspecting couple settles in, they soon encounter Julia and Ethan’s hidden surprise, but by then, it’s too late. What did Julia and Ethan do?
I was in the living room, savoring the sunny afternoon, when I noticed something peculiar. Our new neighbors, Pamela and Robert, were poking around our front yard. They peeked through the windows and surveyed the garden.
I stepped outside and welcomed them with a restrained smile. “Hello, neighbors!”
Pamela startled and turned toward me. “Oh, you gave us a fright!”
I maintained my smile, though I felt uneasy. “Fancy the house, do you?”
Pamela glanced quickly at Robert before responding. “Yes, it’s delightful. Particularly the garden.”
Robert agreed. “Indeed, we were just appreciating your roses. They’re splendid.”
I felt a touch of pride but remained vigilant. “Thanks. We’ve dedicated a lot of time to them.”
Pamela’s eyes flicked around the yard. “You must take great pride in your home,” she observed.
I nodded. “We do. It’s a lot of effort, but rewarding. We have a quaint front porch, ideal for evening tea, and a spacious living room with a large fireplace. Our kitchen has been updated with modern appliances, and the sunroom is my preferred reading nook.”
Robert scanned the area again and remarked, “You’ve done an impressive job. Ever thought about swapping homes?”
I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “We’ve invested too much here, and we adore it, so no.”
Pamela and Robert laughed awkwardly, and I could sense their discomfort. They quickly excused themselves, saying they needed to head home, and departed. Watching them leave, I couldn’t shake the odd feeling their actions left me with.
I returned inside, my thoughts racing. Why were they snooping? What were they after?
I sat down, attempting to calm my nerves, knowing I had to watch them closely. This wasn’t the neighborly welcome I had anticipated.
When Ethan arrived home later, I shared the day’s events. He shared my concern. “We’ll keep an eye on them,” he assured me. “But let’s not stress too much for now.”
I agreed, but the disquiet from our strange encounter lingered, and a week later, everything became clear.
Ethan and I were unwinding in our living room when a knock disrupted our tranquility.
Ethan opened the door to find Mr. Thompson, our landlord, with a stern look.
“Good evening, Mr. Thompson,” Ethan greeted him, feigning nonchalance.
Mr. Thompson exhaled and handed Ethan an envelope. “I regret having to do this.”
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