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This evening I heard a thuddish rapping of some hard object on another, out on Chapel Lane; I looked out.
A couple of teen girls were doing something against the near wall. I asked them "lads, are y'alright" which, believe it or not, is exactly the right thing to say upon such an encounter.
"I recognize you," I said.
"Wha?" said he....
I realized, then, what they'd been doing. They were trying to pull the cap off of a bottle against a surface. I told them that I was sorry; I'd thought that they'd been vandalizing; that I've seen a lot of that around here.
The one who'd first spotted me asked me had I a bottle opener. I said I had.
It was a desperate lie, told by a frightened young man....
She opened the bottle of WKD red (whatever flavor that is,) or some other such alco-pop drink. She feared she'd bust a window throwing the opener back up to me as I'd asked. I knew that wasn't true, the angle disallowing a girl to accidentally bounce the thing off the window with enough force to break it.
She said she'd bring it up the stairs around the corner.
She lit up, saying "well" the common greeting here; and I said hi how're ya doing.
It seems odd that opening a bottle of alcohol for a teen girl could be the right thing to do but it was....
Later in the evening, that same next day again, I saw her this time, as on the day before, from a window upstairs. In this case (I'd heard a noise) I looked out to see her sort of bumping the butt of a glass bottle against a boarded-up window panel.
It was only a sort of quasi- or proto-vandalistic motion, and girlish. But it's the little things, where it all begins....
I asked her please don't do that. "Oh, sorry," she said, and stopped.