The Measured Boundary of a Fractured Suburban Dream and the Friction of Common Ground
CHAPTER 1: THE IRRIGATED LINE “You’re tracking mud across the easement, Arthur!” The words didn’t just carry; they cut clean through the rhythmic, metallic hiss-click of the plastic sprinkler head slicing across the boundary. Arthur didn’t look up immediately. He kept his grip firm on the textured steering wheel of his red SUV, letting the…