Charlotte never thinks her quiet neighborhood hides secrets. But when she finds out her neighbors have been secretly using her hot tub for a year, she feels shocked and angry. She decides to teach them a lesson they won’t forget. But as she digs deeper, she discovers even more surprising things about the people living next door. What are they hiding?
It was a sunny afternoon, and I was sitting in my backyard, looking at our hot tub.
Tom and I bought our dream house a few years ago, complete with this beautiful backyard and the hot tub.
We were thrilled back then, imagining all the relaxing evenings we would spend soaking in the warm bubbles.
We knew our neighbors but weren’t particularly close. Jim and Lisa lived next door with their teenage children, Emma and Jake. They seemed nice enough, but we never really got to know them well.
Normally, Tom and I would use the hot tub a lot, especially on weekends. But this year, things were different.
I had started a new job that required a lot of travel, and Tom was working extra hours to cover for a coworker who was out on medical leave. It felt like we were always busy, and our hot tub had been neglected for months.
I missed those quiet moments of relaxation we used to have together.
I sighed, feeling a bit nostalgic. We really need to make time for ourselves again, I thought. The hot tub looked lonely, covered, and unused. It was a reminder of how our lives had changed.
I decided to call Tom. “Hey, honey,” I said when he answered, “I was thinking we need to start using the hot tub again. It’s been too long.”
Tom laughed softly. “I agree, Charlotte. Let’s plan for this weekend. We could both use some relaxation.”
I smiled, feeling a bit more hopeful. Maybe things could get back to how they used to be, even if just for a little while.
But before we could enjoy the hot tub again, our neighbor Lisa stopped by one afternoon
“Charlotte, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked, looking a bit uncomfortable
“Sure, Lisa. What’s up?” I replied, curious about what she wanted to say.
“I hate to bring this up, but could you and Tom keep it down in the evenings on the weekends?” Lisa said, glancing at her feet. “There was loud music and shouting coming from your backyard last Sunday as well. Look, I’ve been quiet all this while, but it’s going to be a year now. The noise is really annoying.”
I stared at her, surprised. “But Lisa, Tom and I were out of town on Sunday. We weren’t even here. We’re out almost every weekend.”
One evening, as Tom and I soaked in the hot tub, I looked around our peaceful backyard and smiled. “We did it, Tom,” I said. “We got our home back.”
Tom nodded, holding my hand. “And we strengthened our community in the process. I couldn’t be prouder of us.”
It was a hard lesson in trust and vigilance, but it made us all stronger and more connected. And for that, I was truly grateful.
What would you have done?
Found it in my in-laws drawer where they had butter dishes etc What’s this?? Fork there for scale.
PARTICULAR ANSWERS ARE AS FOLLOWED:
It’s a glass dog’s bone. Their short lifespan prevented them from being kept viable even though they were bred in the early 19th century.
a serving knife rest to prevent stains on your exquisite lace tablecloth.
Well done, everyone, for keeping the comments civil!
little dumbbell. A feeble baby is disliked by all.
It serves as a knife rest. In addition to being for the carving knife, these are also placed at each place setting to rest the table knife after usage. Not for the butter knife, that is. Still lying over the bread plate is the butter knife.
There were two for my granny. Although I’m not familiar with her history, her collection of instruments suggested that she was a frequent performer. I have twelve salt cellars that I use to sift salt over different foods. The cellars come with little crystal spoons. We used them for holiday banquets, including Thanksgiving.
None of my kids know how to “play” with elaborate dinners these days.
depressing custom. They won’t keep them in their home if they can’t wash them in a dishwasher.
Nothing to say about, just food from a paper bag for experiences.
to place your knife on after chopping the meat to avoid scuffing the tablecloth
Rest for a knife. Similar to a chopstick rest,
Table cloth is kept clean by a filthy knife rest.
I had no idea what to use the one my mom had given me, lol. I do now! Regards
Whoa! I appreciate your insights. What a fantastic group this is! The knife rests are really lovely!
Have one similar to this one. letting the carving knife rest, if you are using a single one.
They are quite gorgeous, I’ve never seen one!
Whoa! I had assumed I was familiar with a variety of serving utensils, but this one escaped my notice. I’m grateful that you shared!
That was the one my mom and grandmother had. Perhaps a salt roller?
I own a pair of those.
To place a knife holder there.
When a knife is not in use, it is placed on a small, frequently ornamental device called a knife rest to prevent the blade from coming into contact with a table or countertop. They are available in a variety of forms and materials, from straightforward metal patterns to more elaborate ones crafted from porcelain, silver, or other materials. They fulfill a functional need and can give a dining table a hint of elegance.
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