I blinked. « One car? » »Yes, » she said, her tone tightening. « No exceptions. Keeps the neighborhood looking nice and tidy. »
Jack raised his eyebrows. « But we’re not parking on the street. Both cars fit on the driveway just fine. »
« I know, » she said with a little head tilt. « But it’s still two cars. One house. One driveway. One car. »
« We’re just here temporarily, » I said. « Not permanent residents. »
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She smiled wide. « Rules apply to everyone. That’s the beauty of it. »
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