Across the Street.

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An older story known from some on my dysfunctional Booksie page. Hope it formats correctly or we will all know my paranoia is with merit.

Submitted: June 23, 2017

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Across The Street

 

The Machine sure got her money’s worth out of me that Friday. I mean the Friday I’m about to tell you about. ‘The Machine’ is the name I gave my office. Hell you spend more time there than with your family if you count drive time and discount the time you sleep; so named her ‘The Machine’.

I pull into 814 Greentree, my house, and before I could even get out of the car the neighbor , Lacey, across the street was screaming for me to help her or belch her, I really couldn’t tell the way she shrieks.

I ran across the street determined not to belch Lacey as that would be inappropriate as we have barely spoken in two years of being neighbors. Turned out it was HELP she needed and so I obliged.

“ Calm down Lacey. Tell me what happened. Did Ben slap you around again.”

“ No. I divorced Ben last summer. I’m with Steve now. but that has nothing to do with this . I’ve been robbed.”

“ Robbed? Did you call the cops? “

“ Yeah for all the good it did. When I told them what happened they hung up on me.”

“ No offence but you do call ‘em a lot.”

“ That was before Steve moved in.”

“ Well, where the hell is Steve?”

“ He left me a month ago. Just come in and check this out.”

The girl has serious issues but I followed her to the front door and looked in the living room. All of the oak floor boards were missing. Looking down into the basement was a gaping hole. I estimated a good forty feet down. Man made cavern.

“ See? See what I mean ? Someone came in and stole my floor off the beam things.”

“ Joists.”

“ What?”

“ Nothing. When did this happen? Has that hole in the basement always been there?”

“ Hell no. I do my wash down there. I was taking a nap and when I got up the floor was missing. I almost tumbled through the beams.”

“Joists. Listen, you’re telling me you slept through all this? I can see maybe sleeping through someone ripping up your oak floor but that hole in the basement had to make a hell of a racket.”

“ I sleep with headphones on. Listen to Leonard Cohen. Probably why I missed the noise. Ever listen to Cohen?”

“ No. I think we should call the cops again. I’ll talk to ‘em.”

“ Okay but you should check out Cohen sometime .Cool as Sinatra. Cooler even.”

I called the cops but they had a NO GO order to Lacey’s except in case of medical emergency. I didn’t feel like arguing the point so I advised Lacey to call her insurance company and have an adjuster out. She said that sounded good and did I want a beer and maybe sleep over. I made the excuse I had an early morning and she just raised her eyebrows and put her headphones on. I could hear:I’m Your Man as I left the front door. Truth is I’m a huge Cohen fan and even have a poster of him on my closet door.

Walking into my own living room and balancing on the joists I was impressed with the progress Steve and Ben had made laying the oak flooring from Lacey’s.

“ Hey, either of you guys know what’s going on with the big ass hole in Lacey’s basement?”

Steve and Ben both shook their heads and continued to nail the planks in place. Before going into my room to take a short nap I heard Steve mention the floor was going to look real nice with a sand and finish. Ben thought so too.

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