7:47pm Sunday night. The heat emanating from the sidewalk drifted up my legs and sapped my energy. Insects buzzed as the sun relentlessly beat down. Up ahead I noticed a thin, dark strip of shade cast by the southeast corner of a tall building. I changed my course as two neighbors approached me. They were talking excitedly about what I gathered to be events from a previous get together. It must have been sordid. The woman was waving her arms as she spoke. At one point she proclaimed, “No one should put up with that shit.” The man had his head down and mumbled a response I did not hear. Their dog pulled at the lead, greedily sniffing bushes until the woman tugged it back to the path. They nodded hello as they passed. I absently asked, “How are you doing?” But got no reply.
Sunday night
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