They slam their front door, but I won’t confront them. Maybe I should welcome the reminder that I have neighbors close by, but I grumble instead.
Maybe they don’t like my piano playing. #206 loved listening to me, but he was a friendly guy. We chatted together around the pool. There will be no chatting around the pool this summer. The pool won’t open in the pandemic.
Will I ever meet them? Do they even wonder about me?