November 18, 2016
A woman lives nearby. She looks about 40, beautiful, mysterious, content. She likes wearing those flowy skirts that seem to change color in the sun. She has chestnut hair and fair skin. Her door is bright red, which is the loudest quality about her. Nightly, plaintive music can be heard from her house. She cooks pancakes at 2 a.m. every day. This is for certain. She invited most of her neighbors once and talked about this habit of hers. Perhaps the reason why she invited people is because she wanted someone to ask, but nobody did. She seemed disappointed.