You knock on your neighbor’s door. There’s a pause, some muffled shuffling, then Nattie – in her 50s with messy hair and silk bathrobe – opens the door.
“It’s late,” Nattie states after a long drag on a cigarette. “Whadda you want?”
You knock on your neighbor’s door. There’s a pause, some muffled shuffling, then Nattie – in her 50s with messy hair and silk bathrobe – opens the door.
“It’s late,” Nattie states after a long drag on a cigarette. “Whadda you want?”