In the neighbourhood there are all sorts of sounds. At night is when you can really hear things if you’re still and you listen hard. Sometimes on Friday nights there is the sound of the Eels kicking off at the stadium, you can even hear it; the kick, the ball flying through the air, the crowd waiting to scream. But most times it’s other things like someone in the next apartment building practising recorder or someone stopping too fast at a stop sign.
Before, I used to listen for the sound of Dom coming home but I haven’t got that to listen for anymore. Now there is the sound of my father walking back and forth and up and down the hallway of our apartment. Sometimes I don’t think my dad is doing as well as he wants us to think.
I’m learning new things about people all the time.