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The rain, the wind, the humidity, and only in the elevator 0

Two weeks ago our next-door neighbor knocked on our door for the first time ever. Giorgia’s about 40 years old and, along with her 70-year-old mother, has lived in the apartment next to ours for the past four years.

It was 7:30pm, and I was surprised to see a neighbor at the door because no neighbor has ever knocked on our door, ever. The only words we’ve exchanged with anybody in our building have been while taking the elevator up or down.

Giorgia was anxious to talk to Francesca. She even put a foot inside our apartment and peeked around the door to see if Francesca was here.

“Francesca will be home in an hour,” I said. “If you want, I’ll send her over as soon as she gets back.”

Blushing and frowning, Giorgia shook her head. “No, no. I’ll come back in the morning.”

But Giorgia didn’t come back in the morning. Instead, she came back ten days later, which was last Wednesday. I glanced through the peephole, saw her and, being in my underwear, let Francesca respond. continue reading »

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