A little girl tells her mom: “Mommy, a funny lady came to visit while you were at work”. Mommy replies: “Not right now. Let’s wait for Daddy to come home”. So they wait, and when Daddy arrives, Mommy asks: “Okay, sweetheart, what were you saying about Daddy and the funny lady?”
Daddy starts to speak, but Mommy cuts him off. “You be quiet. I’ll talk to my lawyer in the morning. Go ahead, dear.” The little girl continues: “Daddy told me to stay downstairs while he and the lady went upstairs, but I followed them without him knowing. I saw them hugging and laughing at the top of the stairs.
Then they went into your bedroom and closed the door, but I peeked through the keyhole”. “Good job, sweetie”, Mommy says with a smile. “What did you see?” “I saw them hugging and laughing some more.”
“And then what happened?” Mommy asks. The little girl answers proudly: “Then they did what you and Uncle Jack did last summer when Daddy went to Vancouver!”
For Years My Neighbor Comes Home for 15 Minutes in the Middle of the Day — I Finally Dared to Take a Peek
As I hurried to my front door, I realized that I only had fifteen minutes left. I quickly headed toward the open window as soon as I thought no one was watching. I was happy that no neighbors were observing when I peered over the windowsill.
Their living area was same to all others. Mike faced away from me while holding a high-end camera. With a subtle smile, Jill turned to face him. My attention was drawn to a brief glimpse of motion near the room’s edge. Mike had my whole attention. His wife yelled, “Someone’s there!,” as our eyes locked, and I lost my breath. There’s someone looking inside!
No, no, no! I pondered. This is not possible!
With my heart racing, I hurried back to my house and secured the door. What was going through my mind? I peeked inside their house, but why? Had I caused them any offense? I thought they were going to call the cops.
The quiet was broken the following day by a knock on my door. Taking a glance through the peephole made my stomach turn. It was Mike. He pulled out a picture from an envelope he was holding. My picture. “Want to elaborate?” he inquired, seeming amused.
I admitted, embarrassed. To my astonishment, Mike grinned and extended an invitation to visit, stating that he loves Jill by taking her picture every day. I treasured their endearing custom and never looked out the window again after that day.
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