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in the knees. She moans about it to her
neighbor, the chatty Latina that makes my
eye twitch with her too good looks, cheery
attitude, and sing-song Spanish.
More often than not, the couple
leaves their curtains open. A yellow glow
from a bathroom or closet offers me a
sight of them.
She’s an orderly sort of woman,
mid-fifties like her husband. Mrs. Finch
reminds me of a headmistress. Tight knot
