When Mrs. Johnson refused to pay my 12-year-old son after he mowed her lawn, she thought she could get away with it. What she didn’t expect was my determination to teach her a lesson that the entire neighborhood would soon be buzzing about.
Mrs. Johnson had only moved into our neighborhood a few months ago. She was the kind of person who always looked perfect. Each morning, she would step out of her house in her sharp business suit, heels clicking as she rushed to her car.
She never waved at anyone and always seemed glued to her phone. The neighbors noticed her, but she never really tried to get to know us.
