Alexandra Peak packed everything she needed for a trip to the country house a change of clothes, some medications, and a few packets of seeds for her flower beds, which she correctly regarded as her pride and joy.
Mrs. Peak didn’t forget about Duke, her beloved cat, and prepared a cat carrier for him. Sensing his owner’s emotions, the pet meow happily anticipated the next adventure. Now we can get on the road. I’ll spend a week or two there. I’ll come back once we’ve planted the flowers.
Mrs. Peak smiled as she considered her options and picked up the cat carrier. After her son Steven died in a horrible car accident five years ago, alexandra Peak bought a house in the Boston suburbs. The death of her son was clearly a devastating shock for the solitary elderly woman, and it left her restless for a long time. After all, she regarded her son as a true hero. He’d fought in Iraq when he was younger, and he had several government awards in his desk drawer. Alexandra Peak wept bitterly for a long time before she could accept the loss of her sole loved one and find the strength to go on.
Mrs. Peek’s husband died of heart attack 20 years ago. Therefore, her kid was always first in her life. Alexandra Peak had worked as an English teacher at a school for virtually her entire adult life, and was accustomed to being the center of attention. And it was only chronic diseases brought on by old age that compelled
Mrs. Peak to leave her position and take a welldeserved rest. Regrettably, her son’s death permanently split her life in two. Before and after him, alexandra Peak found peace and planting flowers at her country home. After the disaster, however, she purchased the home five years ago. Several of her acquaintances chastised her, implying her senior age.
Mrs. Peak would always react with a curious smile, insisting that she’d never regretted purchasing the house. Of course, maintaining the flower beds and weeding from twilight until dawn wasn’t simple, but the woman had become accustomed to hard work and believes that a person is fully alive only when they stop working.
And given Alexandra Peak’s recent 18th birthday, 1 may be inclined to trust her notion. The woman opted to take public transportation to the bus stop because the country house was not too close. Meanwhile, Duke was performing admirably in his professional life. Bravely suffering the discomfort, Mrs. Peak sat in the bus’s window seat on purpose, taking in the beautiful scenery that unfurled in front of her.
The woman knew that in another half an hour, she’d be back in the garden, surrounded by gorgeous flowers. The time spent on the drive passed swiftly, and Mrs. Peak’s delight knew no bounds when she arrived at the gates of her home, which was located on a quiet, shaded street. What exactly is that? Who would create such a shambles? As she lowered the cat carrier to the ground, the elderly woman muttered something incomprehensible.
Mrs. Peak’s wrinkled cheeks burnt as tears streamed down her face. At that precise moment, the truth was that the old lady’s perfectly groomed yard now had a massive mound of trash on it, the most of which considered of empty beer bottles and cigarette butts. The elderly lady had been vacationing in her country home for numerous years and had never witnessed such heinous behavior.
She couldn’t stop crying, so she looked around and noticed a slew of fancy cars parked near her neighbor’s house, indicating that they were hosting a party. Alexandra Peak was aware that her nextdoor neighbor’s house had been occupied by young people for nearly a month. Could they truly be to blame for these shambles? I probably shouldn’t jump to any conclusions right now, the old woman said. I mean, I didn’t catch them. Red handed, she entered the house with the cat carry on her hand. Meanwhile, she couldn’t comprehend how one of the locals could be so obnoxious.
Mrs. Peak realized it was quite unlikely that a casual passerby had thrown their trash onto her property. But before she could even let Duke out of his carrier, she heard loud music and drunken yells coming from across the street.
Mrs. Peek’s head was instantaneously pierced by a flash of agony, which threatened to turn into a major migraine. The old woman shut all the windows and began cleaning the house. After casting a disapproving glance toward the neighbor’s residence, mrs. Peak was so preoccupied with her job that she didn’t notice when the day came to a close and the evening brought a delightful cooling. Meanwhile, the party next door was becoming so boisterous that even the securely shut windows and doors couldn’t protect Mrs. Peek from the deafening music. This is simply excessive.
Mrs. Peak grimaced. At this rate, I’ll end up staying up all night. Unfortunately, as darkness fell, the sounds from the neighbors became even louder, resulting in a neverending monotonous cacophony.
Mrs. Peek’s cat was terrified by the terrifying music, so he hid under the bed and kept a close eye on what was going on. The old woman, realizing that things couldn’t go on like this forever, stubbornly opened the door and walked over to the neighbor’s house.
Mrs. Peek had knocked on the door of the obnoxious neighbor for at least 20 minutes. The door was opened by a young woman of approximately 25 who had evidence of clear alcohol drunkenness on her face, much to the surprise of the old woman. To whom do I owe my happiness? Without further ado inquire of the lady miss goodnight.
My name is Alexandra Peak and I live next door to you. Could you please turn the volume down a notch? The elderly lady mumbled nervously. In response, the woman grinned sweetly, took a sip of wine from a glass on a coffee table in the living room and replied why should I do that anyway? This is my home and I have complete freedom to do whatever I choose. Today is a day of celebration for us, so what’s the point of bothering me?
Mrs. Peak understood it was fruitless to try to reason with her neighbor. After looking into her tipsy eyes. The woman in front of her wasn’t going to meet her halfway, so she seemed ready to fight for her rights, even if it meant fighting the old woman physically.
Mrs. Peek was now certain that her neighbors had placed the garbage on her lawn. With her head down low, the elderly woman returned to her home and attempted to sleep after taking a couple of sleeping tablets. Unfortunately, she only fell asleep early the next morning after the party next door had died down a little. Unfortunately, the old woman suffered from severe headaches and high blood pressure all day as a result of the sleepless night’s cacophony. It’s all right. All I have to do now is hang in there for a day and then I’ll get enough sleep tonight and everything will be okay.
Mrs. Peak pondered, her gaze fixed on her wristwatch. However, to the old woman’s surprise and disappointment, the music next door resumed booming at full force again as soon as it became dark. At this time, Mrs. Peak began to suspect that her neighbors were purposely bothering her in order to achieve a goal that only they knew about. This is unthinkable. It’s impossible that they’re doing this. The lady exclaimed, reaching for her phone, which was on the bedside table. She made the decision to contact the authorities.
Mrs. Peak bemoan the commotion emanating from her neighbors, desperately embarrassed by the sound of her own voice. Please ma’am, keep your cool. We’ll dispatch a patrol car you’re location on the other end of the telephone, a polite male voice answered.
Mr. Speak, unfortunately had to wait a long time for the police to arrive. However, the neighbors had switched off their loud music a few minutes before the patrol car arrived. Both the neighbors and Mrs. Peak statement were taken by the officer on duty. The elderly lady was astounded to hear that her neighbors flatly refused to acknowledge her wrongdoing.
Mrs. Peak, the young woman claimed, had it all in her head. And it was an old, senile black lady who had chosen the unfortunate young woman as her victim for her harassment.
Mrs. Peak reddened uncontrollably as a result of being falsely accused and slandered. Ma’am, if this happens again, I’ll have to take you to the station and issue a fine for making a false call in lying to the police, the officer grumbled, feeling he had squandered his time.
Mrs. Peek’s next door neighbor turned out to be Wendy Simmons, the daughter of a wealthy businessman well known among the city’s elite. Alexandra Peak now realizes that the obnoxious woman was deliberately giving her distress in order to get rid of the elderly neighbor. As a result, when the neighbor turned on the loud music again the next day. The old lady wasn’t startled. She didn’t hesitate this time and contacted the cops right away.
Wendy Simmons unfortunately shut down the music approximately five minutes before the police arrived. Just like the prior time, alexandra Peak is being made to look like an old liar once more. That’s it, ma’am. To deal with the matter, you’ll have to come to the station at 10:00 a.m.. Tomorrow. After handing the old woman a ticket, the police officer grumbled between his teeth. That’s a first.
Mrs. Peak muttered, tears in her eyes. Now everyone thinks I’m just an old senile woman. When the police car eventually drove away, the music next door resumed and it seemed even louder than before. Alexandra Peak was worried ill the next day. Before going to the police station, she even dressed up in her finest.
The unhappy old lady realized she’d have to take on an entire law enforcement system because they didn’t care to try to find out the truth. Taking the wealthy woman’s word for it, Mrs. Peak felt the mocking stare of the police officers. As soon as she walked inside the police station, many of them murmured and pointed at the befuddled elderly black woman, concluding that she’d gone insane and was attempting to shave her neighbors.
Mrs. Peak was overtaken with emotion to the point where she gripped her fist automatically and the old pocketbook she was carrying tumbled to the floor. This purse was given to her by her son many years ago. As the bag fell, it flew open, scattering its contents all over the floor. There was a photograph of Mrs. Peek’s deceased son among the cosmetics in a little wallet with a handful of coins.