Since the previous post, we are aware of nothing worth mention Effie has done, other than her customary banging around in her kitchen (next to our living room) and her bedroom (next to ours). We saw her go through her front door last night as we approached the duplex on our walk from the bus stop. I can only wonder if she heard me say the word "felonious" as we mused over the non-surgery, to put a Monty Pythonesque spin on her supposed medical plan. But it was apparent she did hear us approach, at least to me.
Tonight, the big, ugly brown van is not in its usual spot. Lots of lights are on in Effie's unit, but we know that doesn't necessarily mean she's not at home. But this time, it seems quiet enough, so we're getting a little respite from the negative energy.
No comments:
Post a Comment