Lots of Complaints
It wasn’t long before Mr. Thompson started to show his true colors. It started with little things. He didn’t like them cooking on the grill because he said the smell got on his laundry. He knocked on the door every time Andrey got out his accordion, claiming the noise disturbed him.
He didn’t like the way the Petrovs left their lawn to grow long until it was filled with wildflowers, claiming the weeds were making their way into his yard. He brought round cans of paint, looking pointedly at the peeling red of the Petrovs’ porch walls. They constantly felt like he was spying on them and judging them. But this was just the beginning.