Chapter 4

If it were summer, I’d have eaten on the balcony, but it’s not. He brushed some snow off the railing, resting his gloved hands on it as he looked at the apartment building across the street. He didn’t consider himself a voyeur, far from it, but he did enjoy making up stories about the people he saw through the windows of their apartments.

The lady on the corner, hmm. Last week she had blue hair. Her husband had a cow, so now, she’s back to her natural, well, I suppose it’s natural, auburn. God only knows I would have blown a fuse, if I were him. He’d seen them arguing and had imagined her hair was why. Not that he’d ever find out.