Getting to Know the Neighbors
It’s not as weird as you think, once you get used to it. It’s not like I watch them change or anything. I always lower my binoculars at the first sign of undressing. There was that one time Cat Lady stripped for the tabby – an accident I’ll never repeat.
Nerdy Pants is unbuttoning. I turn my binoculars to the apartment above.
There’s something new. The sun glints off his binocular lenses for just a second before Midnight Oil exchanges them for something white and square.
I squint through my binoculars to read his sign.
“Coffee. 9pm. Harriet’s on 8th.”