This time, however, their fumbling caused an item to fall to the floor.
It was Monday (their day off) and they had already passed by his view twice, carrying heavy loads of laundry down to the basement to be washed in the shared machine. It had become at least a daily ritual at this point- Sally would listen for the the creak of door 401 that signaled his neighbors leave, or the lurch of the elevator doors that signaled their return, and then leer out into the hallway to admire them (just for a second). , the newest resident of Addison apartments, had just opened and kicked shut their own front door, which had prompted him to silently sprint from his spot on the couch to catch a glimpse of them as they passed by in the hallway. Sal peered out through the peep-hole of his front door.
