Chapter 3

It’s mid-day now, and Yames is heading for the door of Dina’s Dinner. He was satisfied. Food is satisfying. He was still curious about what was happening back at the house; between his upstairs neighbors. You never really knew with them. Always something.

He walked down Kush Lane, “What a lame street name.” he thought, toward the auto shop. He was going to meet up with his friend Kenny. Kenny and Yames had been child hood friends and it was not until last year that they had become reacquainted. Now Yames had a routine of going over to see how business was on his day off. Yames continued toward the shop at a leisurely pace. Dina’s had a special power of slowing you down a little after you had eaten there. He look up at the sky. Clouds seemed to be moving in. They sort of looked like mountains; the same mountains he dreams about.

He gives the door to the shop a tug. Locked. “Strange,” he thought, “I am pretty sure that Kenny said that he would be here. Well actually he did not say that, but he never did. He is simply always here.” Yames Tried the door again. Still locked. He thinks about giving a knock, but he know it is in vain. The door would be unlocked if he was there. Yames looks back to the sky; the clouds seem to be moving in very quickly. The clouds were dark, not mean or anything, but rain was on the way.

Yames gets a move on he knows that know one is here. All of the sudden two cop cars and and ambulance come barreling by heading towards Watershed Heights. Yames is unmoved. After years of living in a place like this one gets used to the noise. As Watershed Heights comes into view Yames sees the flashing lights of the ambulance and a few cop cars out side. A mass of people crowd the entrance. Yames picks up the pace. He is interested. Is that bad? Once Yames gets to the mob the rain clouds have turned this day dark. Someone is dead. “I already knew that.” He walks past the mob. As he is walking in his eyes meet with someone in the hall. He has seen him before in the apartments, but he seemed to stand out know even in the chaos. But, as soon as Yames realized the connection had been made the person rolled their eyes and moved on.

Chapter Two

The next morning Yames woke up slowly with the sun. It was Saturday so there was no work. He laid in his bead for a time staring at the cottage cheese celling, but not too long. He had never been one for the long sentimental moments. After a few seconds he gathered his thoughts and climbed out of his bed. His room was orderly, not overly orderly, but compared to the what he had seen of other rooms, he would consider his room orderly. Ever since he was a child his mother had told him, “Order helps to restore life.” Yames liked order, and he stuck to it, hopping it would one day restore his life.
He walks around his apartment getting dressed for the day. He was about to head down to Deena’s for some breakfast. He was about to leave the house noticed some water dripping from the cottage cheese celling on to his floor.

“Damn kook up stairs,” he thought, “How old is she any ways? I have lived here for a long time, but she had always been here.”

He sometimes saw her out side of her room with her cloths on dripping wet. Simply standing there with no real emotion. The water continued to drip down the on to the floor, and then the banging began.

“That kid, whatever its name is, always knockin’ so loud.”

Yames considered himself to be a pretty nice guy, but some one thing that really set him off was the banging. All hours of the day. All days of the week that kid would be going at it, knocking away.

“I think her name Sh- Sh- hmmm... He realized that he did not remember her name.”

One day she had spoke to him; told him her name, but that was years ago. He decides to go upstairs and check out what is going on. See if he can put an end to that banging. By the time he gets up stairs he sees the kid and Sh- and some other stuffy lookin’ woman. He decides that he should. Nothing will be solved if he tries to move in here. He heads back down the stairs. He walks out the door of the building and walks on over to Deena’s for some grub