He sat at the window with the lights turned off. She had gotten in late tonight. He would have been angry, but as she undressed before her open window, he felt the wait had been worth it. The pink lace was new.
She began to dance and he hurriedly opened his own window, eager to hear what had inspired such marvelous jiggling. He never noticed someone sitting on the fire escape.
The neighbors never heard his screams over the sounds of “Mambo Number 5.”