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