“Oh yes. Oh yes.”
Her voice floated down from upstairs, breathless and loud.
I buried my face in the pillow and groaned. Again? It was barely morning. My new neighbor was already at it, like he had nothing else to do but bring women over and make sure the entire building heard them.
He was relentless. And I wasn’t usually the type to hate. But I hated him.
Different women. Different races. Tall, short, curvy, slim. He did not discriminate. They came and went like it was a rotating door. And I had to listen to it all. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every deep, guttural sound from his mouth.
I had tried everything. Praying. Earplugs. Calling Mama to distract me with her usual sermon. Mama always knew what to say, always knew how to bring me back to focus. But even that didn’t work anym
