My neighbor’s wife always comes to my house at night when her husband is off for night shift.
Not every night.
Only the nights the factory bus takes him.
She knocks twice.
Soft.
Like she does not want the street to learn the sound.
The first time she held a torch.
“Our meter tripped,” she said. “May I charge my phone?”
I let her.
She sat on the edge of the chair and did not drink the water.
The second time she brought a school form
“He signed the wrong name,” she said. “I need a pen that works.”
The third time she brought nothing.
She stood in the doorway and listened to my ceiling fan as if it were news.
I asked if she was in trouble.
She shook her head too fast.
“He worries when the house is loud,” she said. “Your house is quiet.”
People on the street had already made a story.
I heard it at the pump.
I did not correct it…
@markshg11@Billionaire_33@HennaOnboard You are not a Christian , it’s obvious. Someone in another country seems to be more informed than you are . I’m disappointed