I am sitting at the table trying to write, the gate opens and my neighbor walks in drunk. his wife has been waiting for him all evening and night.
“who the F asked you to wait for me” he screams.
“i was worried for you” she said.
“Why do you think I am a little boy?”
“no, no it is just that it was raining so..” so what you bloody B saying this he falls flat on his face. he did not even have the energy to walk till the door. she picked him up like a flower,took him in and put him to bed.
I was watching this from my window, looked at her to ask if she needs help breaking his bones…
she smiled and shook her head pleading me to ignore this commotion…………
He was smelling and reeking of alcohol and she was smelling and reeking of Patience…….