Half a dozen cop cars and a dozen police have someone pinned down at one of the two side entrances to our building.
Marty met a couple of our neighbors in the other building, everyone piling out to see what was going on. No one knows. A little police activity brings the people together and waiting on the street to see what’s going on they converse rather than glance-mumble-growl-look away.
“I thought it had been pretty quiet around here except for the ‘girls’,” one of the neighbors says. Marty says no, tells him about our troubles and that some of the ‘girls’ he’s referring to had been living in the building.
“You mean they were living here!?” the guy says.
Well, we might find out tomorrow what just happened.
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