Then came the night my kitchen pipe burst.
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I opened the door. He held a wrench, a flashlight, and a thermos. Then came the night my kitchen pipe burst
One Saturday, I knocked on his door to return his hoodie (he’d lent it to me during a power outage). He opened the door shirtless, towel around his neck, fresh from a shower. I’d seen him in work boots and grease-stained shirts. I’d never seen the scar on his ribs from a motorcycle accident, or the way his hair curled when wet. He held a wrench, a flashlight, and a thermos
“I noticed,” I whispered.
When I moved into the ground-floor apartment at 42 Porch Swing Lane, the landlord warned me about my upstairs neighbor.