I turned off the hose.
“Mark, you’re married. Please stop.”
He laughed.
“Relax. I’m just being friendly.”
“Then be friendly without flirting.”
The smile left his face.
For a few days, he left me alone. Then the compliments started again, followed by excuses to stop at my fence.
Apparently, Mark believed a woman’s refusal was a suggestion he could revisit after the weekend.
Last Friday, he knocked on my door wearing sunglasses.
It was cloudy.