Dear Upstairs Neighbors,
From the sound of it, none of you are having an easy time right now. Apparently, someone male died. Murmur murmur murmur. And someone is someone’s dad now. Murmur murmur murmur. And someone is most certainly NOT GOING. Murmur door slam. It’s rough. I know.
But I don’t think you’re taking into account how disturbing this is for me and my mom. WHO died? WHO is who’s father? WHERE is someone not going? We have so many questions yet to be answered and, in the meantime, so many disturbing and morbid possibilities as to what the answers could be. It’s fucking Shakespearean up there and if you don’t start enunciating when you yell, so that I can decipher the particular manner in which your family is falling apart, I will be forced to walk up and ask what the hell is going on.
Thank you for your attention to this matter.
Lindsay Katai, Downstairs Dweller
