Unless

Unless I tell them I’ve been blogging about them? I could tell them that. They might not like it. There could be open hostilities.
Or better, they could pretend not to mind. They could laugh and say that’s okay. Yet secretly, they’d simmer. Begin to plot some form of ingenious revenge. Hide their revenge in plain sight. Drill small holes in the wall between our houses.
I don’t know why they’d be drilling small holes. But they’d know.
That might be a story.