In the middle of the night staying over my grandmother's house, sleeping on the punishment couch in the junk room (my mother claimed the couch came from a prison yard sale) I'd wake in a panic hearing a dog screech in pain when Stymie with the pink nose cat, for no reason at all, attacked the sweet sleeping Sparky Lyle.
They also had fun together, listening to the neighbors on the fourth floor argue in German through the open window facing the railroad's air shaft.
If I did that, my grandmother would be all over me, "Get the hell away from the window. Now!"
Never understood that, I didn't know a word of German.
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