I uncharacteristically woke late today. This means I missed church. So, I set about cleaning the house, doing the dishes, preparing lunch and if there's extra strength, do some laundry. It was while I was doing the dishes that I heard it. Loud sobs. Really serious crying. It was my delectable neighbor. I don't even know her name (that is reserved for some evening of better acquaintance).but she was sobbing loudly. I paused and worry ran through my spine.
I dropped the plate I was washing, cleansed my hands and (like all nice neighbors will) dashed for her door. I tapped gently a couple of times, and the sob stopped.
"Who's there? Sule (thinking it was the gateman)"
"It's m...me...e. It's Ken" I managed to say, in a troubled (had to make her realise her crying bothered me) way.
After a run of tap and a couple of steps, she turned the keys and flushed the porch with her resplendence (with red eyes).
"Madam (until I get her name), I heard you sob and I REALLY want to know why you're crying" I said.
"Nothing, I'm fine" she replied.
"I'm not sure, because your sobs were loud enough for anyone to know you're not fine", I interjected.
Then she opened up... "Can you imagine? I'm watching the third of Cinderella trilogy, but it's not Cinderella, it's a boy named Quagliarella. It's not the glass stiletto as we've known it, but a pair of Levi jeans. The banquet with the prince is about to start, but Quagliarella can't find that magical pair of Levi jeans."
I sighed!
She said she had earlier watched the latest in the Shrek series, and Fiona was gone. Instead, there was a beardy dude of lithe frame called Frodo. She couldn't understand what was going on with movies anymore, and let out a shriek of a sob.
That was when I woke up, and heard the wail. Checked the time... 11:23am. I got off my bed, and dashed for the door. I have to find out why my neighbor is crying this morning.
