“Good. Tell them everything. Especially the part where Bradley screamed at me to get out of my own house.”
A few minutes later Bradley called. “You vindictive woman,” he shouted. “My parents are elderly and they cannot stay here without air conditioning.”
“Then perhaps you should take them to a hotel.”
“This is your fault.”
“No Bradley. You chose to occupy property that does not belong to you.”
He threatened lawsuits and insults until I finally hung up. Later that afternoon I drove back toward the beach house and parked down the street. Cars were already leaving the driveway. People looked angry and overheated as they loaded bags into vehicles.
At six o’clock a sheriff’s deputy arrived and politely instructed the remaining guests to leave the property. Within minutes the house was empty. I waited until the last car disappeared down the road before walking up the driveway and unlocking the front door.
Inside the house I found chaos. There were stains on the carpet and empty bottles everywhere. The kitchen was covered with dirty dishes and leftover seafood shells.