Lilith and I were heading home up Hui Kelu yesterday afternoon when we saw our neighbor coming down the hill with her dog. She spotted us and crossed the street. I turned to look. Her dog stopped right across from us to poop. She said something to the dog, but didn't look up, even after she turned to face the street. She has danced around us for over a month now. I fear I've offended you, I said, a couple weeks ago. She walked away as I uttered an apology. The Silent Treatment reminds me of handsome Gabriel Byrne, of sessions that worked better as theater than as therapy, of a small room in Brooklyn. Lilith turns to look at her dog, and he gazes at her. We keep their unsocial distancing between us.
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