Your new next-door neighbor lady has a baby.
“You fuck someone for that?” ask her.
She’ll look at the baby and say, “Yup.”
You can tell she’s remembering the night she made the baby and thinking about the damp, flawed but seemingly endless expanse of beautiful skin on the man she fucked to get the baby so you give her a minute. You pretend to look at your phone. You pretend to laugh at a text that isn’t there.
“He still in the picture?” ask her.
Your neighbor lady will shake her head no. This is where you offer to be the father-figure to her child.
“Eighty bucks a week,” say. “I’ll teach it street smarts, how to use tools, what dignity is and why it’s important, and shit you can do to keep from paying taxes.”
The neighbor lady will say, “Seventy.”
Shake on it, then as soon as she pays you that week’s fee, hold her baby and let it rest its sleepy head on your rock-hard pectoral muscles.
“Don’t you worry,” say to the neighbor-lady while holding the baby. “You made the right decision. Your baby’s gonna grow up to have a nice life, now.”
Your neighbor-lady will start to cry until you tell her to stop it.
Happy Neighbor Lady With A Baby Day!
