late this afternoon, i ascended the front steps of our brownstone, then unlocked the front door to let myself into the foyer on the parlor floor.
at the end of the long hallway, i caught a brief glimpse of something white, which quickly disappeared around a corner.
concerned that there might be an intruder, i paused, then called out.
i heard a faint shuffling of feet and then realised that the white flash belonged to our downstairs neighbor john, who reappeared from around the corner wearing his trademark white wife-beater tank top, white boxer shorts and slippers.
he had been hiding.
“is everything all right?” i asked.
“yeah, i was just going to check the mail and then i saw you come in.”
i then said, “well, i hope i didn’t scare you. i wasn’t sure.”
“what? scared? naah…”
“you were standing over there in the corner. i knew someone was there.”
“forget about it.”