We were taken aback. Our pool wasn’t loud. We didn’t play music. We didn’t host late-night parties. We were respectful, quiet, mindful of the neighborhood. This wasn’t a place that required absolute silence like a library, but we’d always tried to be considerate.
We didn’t argue. We didn’t challenge him. We simply nodded and said we’d think about it.
After all, this was our home. And our routine didn’t seem like it would cause any harm.
So we continued.
For a while, nothing changed. No follow-up conversations. No angry notes. No tension. The nights remained peaceful, and we assumed the issue had passed. Maybe he’d realized the request was unreasonable, or perhaps he’d decided it wasn’t worth pursuing further.
