I just moved. Not from one town to another, but from one end of the couch to the other end. I don’t usually sit on this side, but I’m trying to listen in on the apartment next door. I’m rather particular about where I sit because I like thing to be to the left of me. I need to be able to see what’s there.
The walls of our two bedroom apartment are thin and covered in the standard off-white paint of a rental unit, but I still can’t make out the words on the other side. I can only decipher the pitch of the voices.
One is high.
One is low.
And then I hear…..