QuickJot...Tuesday eve, May 5 '09

Nine-thirty at night weirdness outside and voices visit through my open windows. Starts like a bark, addressed to the building.

"Can you let me in?"

Someone else...mumbling.

"Can you let me in? Forgot my keys."

Mumbling reply.

"Cummonnn. Can you let me in? I need t'get my boots."

Grumbling.

"Cummonnn, let me in."

More grumbling.

"You don't know me?"

Assertive grumbling.

"You don't know me? I'm your son."

It stops, just like that. Heard the side door open, close.
One minute plus to go for my four minute tea!