It’s worrisome, I think, that one could find themselves evicted from their place of stay by coming home to their furniture on the lawn. And my dear love, who I should think not to find myself enamored with any longer, won’t even answer my calls.
I don't know what's worse: His insisting that all of this be gone by tomorrow or the simple fact that everyone has the plague right now. Of all the times to do this to a woman, some men simply have no manners.
I would offer to throw a lawn party because of this... rather creative eviction. But I doubt many would be able to even attend?