to be a mistake. I had wanted Brent to come over with his hat in his hands and say the contractor messed up, they would fix it, sorry for the trouble. I would have been angry, but I would have worked with him. We could have restored the spring, reshaped the land, maybe even found a way to salvage peace.
But he had chosen strategy over neighborliness.
He believed speed, money, and a finished project would change the moral weight of the thing. If they made it beautiful enough, expensive