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Topic: BUSY (08/15/19)
- TITLE: The People in My Neighborhood
By Laurie Glass
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The young woman next door likes to sit on her deck and talk to her friends on the phone. I usually sit out on my back steps around the same time, so I can’t help but overhear some of her conversations. I don’t know why she doesn’t get a different job. Her boss doesn’t appreciate her dedication, and it seems she could make better money elsewhere. I’m glad that she broke up with her boyfriend, though. She can do better. She seems like a nice person. I should go over and meet her sometime.
I like to sit out in my side yard after dark on summer nights to get some peace and quiet. I rarely get it, though, because the neighbors on that side usually have their windows open and often fight that time of night. I don’t know their names, so I refer to them as the McFightersons. This week it’s about money. Last week it was about getting a dog. I’ve heard them fight about things like ice cube trays, toothpicks, and shoelaces. This regular fighting can’t be good. If I was her, I’d ask him to go to marriage counseling.
Alicia and Brad, who live across the street, seem to get along better. The last I talked to her, though, she didn’t look well and said she’d been sick to her stomach a lot lately. It isn’t flu season. I don’t like to be nosey, so I didn’t ask questions, but I bet she’s pregnant. I wonder if she’s told Brad yet. He wants them to move into a larger place before having a baby.
I’ve talked to Lisa a few times. She’s a nice middle-aged lady who lives up the street a little ways. She seems to keep to herself, too. We need more people like us around here who mind our own business.
There’s an older guy across and just down the street. I don’t know his name, so I call him Sherman Shopperman. He must be addicted to home shopping. When I peek through the blinds, I can’t help but notice that he has packages delivered a few times a week. Where did he make his money for all that? And if he has that much money, why is he living here?
Then there’s Myrtle who lives down on the corner. I bet she chose that lot so she could see the most neighbors possible out her front window. I don’t talk to her very often since she tends to go on and on gossiping about the neighbors. She wears me out. That lady doesn’t miss a beat. I bet she knows everyone’s license plate numbers, the leftovers they have on hand, and what brands of toilet paper they use.
Myrtle is such a busybody. I sure hope I don’t end up like her when I get older. Whatever happens in my neighbors’ lives is none of my concern.
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