When I saw the cruel message scrawled on my recovering grandpa’s dusty car, I was livid. But uncovering the culprit’s identity was just the beginning. What I did next would teach this entitled neighbor a lesson she’d never forget. Two months ago, I was at work when my phone rang. It was Mom. “Meg, it’s Grandpa,” she barely managed to speak. “He’s in the hospital. He—” “What? Hospital?” I cut her off, totally blindsided. “What happened?” “He had a heart attack,” Mom continued in her shaky voice. “We gotta go see him.” “Oh my God, Mom, is he okay?”“I don’t know, Meg…”“
months!” “Disgraceful,” the other replied. “I always thought she was a busybody, but this is a new low.” I smiled to myself. Justice served. Upstairs, Grandpa greeted me with a hug. “Megan, my dear! You’re becoming quite the regular visitor.” “Just making sure you’re behaving yourself, old man.” I smiled. “How are you?” “Oh, I’m a perfect angel. Unlike some people around here. Did you hear about the drama with Briana?”I feigned innocence. “Oh? What happened?” Grandpa leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Someone put up a sign exposing her nasty behavior. The whole building has turned against her. Serves her right, if you ask me.” I nodded, pretending to be surprised. He still doesn’t know it was me. That incident taught me that sometimes, you have to fight fire with fire. You can’t be kind to people like Braina who refuse to respect others. What would you have done if you were in my place?