The Bubble House Patched -

“Gotta dig up the foundation wall,” the contractor said, chewing a toothpick. “But your property line and Mrs. Gable’s… well, that big plastic marble of hers is right over your footer’s drainage field. Can’t get the equipment in.”

The Bubble went up just as the leaves began to turn. Every morning, Arthur would sip his black coffee and stare out his kitchen window, and every morning, the Bubble stared back, catching the sunrise and throwing a distorted, wobbly reflection of his own cube back at him. He felt mocked. the bubble house

The case was assigned to Judge Evelyn Orchard, a woman known for her patience and her hatred of frivolity. She ordered a site visit. On a crisp October morning, she stood on Arthur’s lawn in her black robe, flanked by clerks and a bemused bailiff. “Gotta dig up the foundation wall,” the contractor