By Ralph Goldswain
The music from the apartment above is distracting, and in fact, something of a blight on our lives. There are occasional raised voices, after which she drops in, looking for a shoulder to cry on. We offer a cup of tea and some standard words of comfort. Her visits end with: “He’s a bully, but I do love him.”
One day she burst in, sobbing. “He’s left me!” Out came the teacups, and now we felt genuinely sorry, upset on her behalf. “Oh,” she said, “he’s taken all the CDs. And my whole Barry Manilow collection.”
Suddenly, we had mixed feelings.
So very clever!! Her loss is their gain! I love it.
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Nicely done!
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Relatable and amusing
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