On those days when Cindy works, Jon watches and waves to her through the third story flat that they share with a third roommate to help make the monthly payments. And on those nights when he’s left with full reign over the kingdom, he walks directly into Cindy’s closet once she has passed the elm tree and turned the corner out of view.
She could hear the hangers being flung about, decisions being made. So many pretty things to choose from, she imagines. The clunky fashion high-heels fall hard on the floorboards above her. She knows, regardless of the season, that her upstairs neighbour will choose the highest shoes and the shortest skirts, and top his look off with a touch of lipstick, hat cocked to the right. And she wonders if Cindy knows about the metamorphosis that takes place in the night when she's gone.
Jon will parade the hardwood staircase till the wee hours, occasionally dare the outside for a smoke. He will strut his stuff for all it’s worth, and when Cindy returns home in the morning, they will make loud love for hours and keep her awake.