The door to #3 was ajar. The lights were blazing. Mrs. Martin and Cindy sat together on the couch with their knees touching. They looked up at me. Mrs. Martin got to her feet. “I’ll go and let you two work this out.” “Thank you for your concern, Frances.” Cindy blew her nose. Mrs. Martin walked out of the apartment without giving me another glance. Cindy had a long red crease on her left cheek, and her makeup was smudged in grainy streaks under her bloodshot eyes. Her hair bunched on one side. The living room reeked like wine. “Close the door. Lock it,” she said through her teeth. I mechanically turned around, pushed the door shut, and rotated the dead bolt. The lines in the fake wood were too even, too regular. It looked so phony. “Turn around! Look at me!” She stumbled to her feet, her hands in fists, and screamed in a whisper, “Where were you?” “I was on a walk.” The crazier she acted, the more numb I felt. When my face got vacant and expressionless, she became even more psychotic.
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