Jack and I had just moved into a small rental house for a temporary work assignment.
It was a quiet neighborhood with a patchy lawn and tan bricks. We’d barely finished unpacking when a
woman named Lindsey, dressed in pastel and holding a tray of cookies, stopped by. She was overly
friendly, but her eyes kept darting around like she was sizing us up.She warned us about a strict HOA rule:
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