“That’s the problem.”
His jaw clenched. “Look, maybe when this is resolved, if you need to make a little adjustment, we can discuss the compensation.”
“There he is.”
“What?”
“You bet I’ll sell you the problem you created.”
Laurel then approached, with his face controlled. “That’s unfair. We have invested a lot in this project.”
“In my land.”
“Based on professional counseling.”
“Then your professionals can help you fill it up again.”
He looked at me like he said something obscene. “Would you really destroy a lake?”
“I would restore my pasture.”
Brent shook his head. “You’re being emotional.”
I once laughed, not because it was funny. – No, Brent. Emotionally, I called you before calling the county. The emotional was giving you a chance to fix it quietly. What comes next is the documentation.”
I left before I said more.
There is a calm that comes when a line has crossed so cleanly that the doubt is burned. I wanted this to be a mistake. He wanted Brent to come with his hat in his hands and say that the contractor was ruined, they would fix it, I would regret it for the problem. I would have been angry, but I would have worked with him. We could have restored spring, remodeled the earth, maybe even finding a way to save peace.
