Melee in Suburbia (revision)

The neighbors were at it again.  It wasn’t unusual to hear the murmur of their voices, even in casual conversation, right through the dividing wall of the semi-detached house.

They talk too damn loud, Paul always said, even when their words were mostly indistinguishable. But more often, the fevered pitch of their angry voices carried over with enough clarity that we could catch nasty accusations and hurled curses without pressing an ear to the wall. And then afterward, if we happened to be in the bedroom, which was adjacent to theirs through the wall, we were privy to the moans and thumpings of their make-up sex. Continue reading