obvious possibilities: noise complaints, property boundaries, parking disputes, disagreements about trees or fences.
Nothing fit.
Then Toby mentioned something I had nearly forgotten.
“Remember when she asked about the fence last spring?”
I looked up.
“What about it?”
“She said she was thinking of replacing hers and asked whether we’d ever considered changing ours.”
Our fence ran along the boundary between our properties. It was old, but sturdy. We’d talked about replacing it someday, although we’d never made any plans.
“Yes,” I said. “What does that have to do with
