It’s important that I be brief.
Svetlana’s car is broken down in my driveway. Arrangements have been made for her husband and another man to return tonight to make repairs.
Highly suspicious.
The ex shows up as I try unsuccessfully to jumpstart Svetlana’s car. The two drive off together.
Sure, call me paranoid.
We have an outhouse in the back for the workers. The man pulls up to clean it as all this is happening.
Yet another Russian man.
Yes. I think you see what I’m getting at.
I can’t help but think that Svetlana is somewhat pretty. I admire her hat. While distracted, the jumper cables, still held in my hand but connected to the running car, short themselves on my finger. Sparks fly and my fingers feel what it is like to be welded.
Svetlana feigns concern, but I swear I see her smile.
And worse yet, it’s beginning to get dark outside, and the property border is nearly indefensible.