What she saw, it was better than any TV, better even than Marcus Welby and ever since Quincy ruled that punk rock music was the cause of death? You can keep your fancy plots and all of that mess she said to the general public from her window then pulled her head back in just in time for a quick breath
The TV stays on from habit and anyway the sound it makes even when the volume is off? she can't explain its comforting presence or how it feels like an old friend who doesn't criticize or ask for anything ever or like a wife who was told to shut the hell up long ago and by some miracle she's not said a single word since like that, comforting and silent and if she were real instead of the electric air of the TV set? well, our friend would swear she's fat
(and also friendly, not a smudge of malice)
Anyway the woman in the window has had a lifetime of that- malice, scorn, as each year dropped off like a coin in a purse with a hole
What an awful word
But there are moments when life comes alive, not so much in but always outside
It's like waiting for her favorite soaps
The TV shows the bloated face of someone familiar, maybe Rock Hudson or Doris Day (she snickers who are they kidding?) and she has never met a single person who came near to being that kind of happy, she is certain no one is that happy
Nonetheless she hears some singing, sticks her head into the breeze that carried the notes to her- a skinny black woman marches back and forth in the park with an invisible baton in her hand, belting out O SAY CAN YOU SEE? WHAT THE CRACK'S DONE TO ME?
(yes, we can.)
The woman in the window claps heartily while the one in the park takes a bow (O WOW she heard me! both of them think at the very same time)
The park is full of action just the other day she saw one bag of laundry approach another bag of laundry and the first bag pulled out a gun from one of his many pockets while the second bag produced what must have been money and so one bag of laundry sold a gun to another bag of... I swear! she says to Doris Day
And that's how it is any old day, see? and how much better it is than TV?