‘Something died out back by the garbage bins.’
You pause with your apartment key hovering near the lock, hoping your elderly neighbor was merely talking to one of her many feline companions. As you hold your breath, the sound of her muffled television spills into the hallway grows louder and her ancient voice rises a notch.
‘I said…’
- ‘I’m doing fine, thanks for asking Mrs. M.’
- ‘Something died out back, but I’ll probably order a pizza for supper instead.’
- ‘Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Mrs. M. I’ll grab a bag and take care of it right away.’