For years, we’ve called them the naked neighbors. From our kitchen, we can see them: a young couple in their 20s. Most every night while we are making dinner, they are running around their apartment naked. In particular, the woman likes to stand naked in the window or on her balcony facing us. They were hard not to notice. Because they were naked. And just out our window. While we didn’t know them by name, they were somehow a regular – and also amusing – part of our city landscape.
Inevitably perhaps, all that nakedness led to a new name: the naked pregnant neighbor. Then last night as we were making dinner, we saw them pacing the apartment with their new baby. We felt downright happy for them.
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