Patrol was a little creepy this morning. My neighbor Alice, who's got to be in her late 80's now, may be dying. She's been in poor health for some time, and I have not seen her in over three or four months. Her son is here every day and he always says she's doing fine, and I know she has a visiting nurse. Usually, when we do our patrol on the first floor, the only sounds I hear from the apartment are voices speaking in Spanish - Alice was my neighbor who lived through that dreadful Puerto Rico hurricane several years ago - but this morning the only sounds coming from the apartment were a high pitched whine, like a dog in pain, at very close intervals.
It freaked Annabelle out and certainly spooked me. I'm worried that they're sitting death watch, and that saddens me. Alice is a wonderful lady.
