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“Who is that? Are they home?” “I’m reading here. You coming to bed?” “I see him all the time. What’s he doing?” “Dear.” “What? Aren’t you curious? I see him all the time.” “Probably lives there.” “In this neighborhood? I don’t think so.” “Dear.” “What? Don’t give me that look.” “Oh for Christ’s sake.” “You don’t have to get up. I was just wondering.” “Good looking guy. Must work out.” “Really? I hadn’t—” “Probably bought the place. Finally, a little diversity in the neighborhood.” “You’re terrible.” “Me? Jesus. Come to bed.” “I didn’t even know the place was on the market. Did you?” “Are you coming to bed?” “I suppose we should, you know, introduce ourselves. Welcome him to the neighborhood or—” “Be my guest.” “He must be single.” [Unintelligible.] “Or divorced. I haven’t seen anyone else over there for weeks. Have you? I wonder what he does.” “Why are you suddenly so interested in this guy?” “What do you mean? Aren’t you curious?” “Not really, no. And I don’t get that you are.” “Well, it’s not like I’m going to fuck him, David.” “Oh, okay. Christ. Again? How many times do we have to cover that ground?” “What. I’m over it.” “Yet you keep bringing it up.” “You brought it up. I just said I wasn’t going to fuck our new neighbor.”
Read the full story in Volume 04 (Winter 2016) Founded in 2013, Four Chambers is independently published by Four Chambers Press in Phoenix, Arizona. |
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