I
had just returned from giving our Christmas tree to the wood chippers.
As I put my key in the door, I heard someone on the sidewalk behind me
shouting in a bitterly angry tone:
“This isn’t FUN. We’ve been here for an HOUR.”
I
turned around to find a woman facing the driver-side window of a car
parked in front of our building. I could see another woman in the
driver’s seat. She sat still the whole time, staring out the windshield.
There was someone in the passenger seat too, but I could only see their
legs.
The woman on the sidewalk began again.
“Listen, Frankie. We’re PEOPLE. You’re supposed to treat us good!”
After
a few moments she opened the back door and got in. They both sat there
now, just looking straight ahead. I waited to see if anything more would
happen. Shouting, maybe. Gesturing. Tears. But nothing happened. They sat
there, saying nothing.
I let the door close and went upstairs.