As I walk in, he hangs by the door. The look of disappointment is clear on his face. I feel a sudden pang of guilt. I never considered myself racist. Just one who sticks to her own kind. But I realized that by judging I wasn't being very open minded.
"Listen," I explained, "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be rude. And to be honest, you confronting me like that...well...it was intimidating."
He sighed; "I'm sorry too. Lady you do as you please and I'll do as I please. And as long as we're not hurting no-one...then lets leave it be."
His apology and sensibility just made me feel more guilty. But I felt more at ease, the excitement of the confrontation now settling in me. Making me feel relaxed.
"Good night" he said, walking away. I just smiled and closed the door behind him. Relieved that was over. I had a tea and went to bed.
Later, I awoke to a sound in the hall. Giggling and voices. I peered through my doorhole to see my neighbour and his girlfriend again. He was fumbling with the keys with one hand, and rubbing his girlfriends behind with the other. |