The wife’s voice cracked with fury. “You don’t understand—where we come from, neighbors share everything. Pools, gardens, meals. That’s how it’s supposed to be. We thought we were welcome here.” She jabbed a finger at Arthur, her words tumbling out faster, harsher.
“And now look at us! He’s humiliated us!” The husband piled on, his tone rising almost to a whine. “We weren’t hurting anyone. He’s an old man with too much time on his hands, and now he’s poisoned us just for using water he wasn’t even in.”