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I want you, Mira.

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“Mira, c'mon open the door.” Lisa called out, knocking repeatedly on the door but Mira never answered.

She slipped her phone out of her pocket and called Mira’s number but sadly Mira cut the call.

“Patience. Patience.” Lisa whispered to herself and shoved at her hair. Then another knock.

Getting no one response again, Lisa turned around with a sigh. Seriously, Mira’s avoiding her like a leper now?

Lisa gazed into the street at the neighbors houses. She saw some of them walking their dogs and one old woman mowing her lawns. She doesn’t know what pushed her but Lisa moved close to the woman.

“Hi.” She waved.

The old woman adjusted her glasses. Red lipstick sit perfectly on her lips. She gave Lisa a smile and dropped her machine to drift close.

“Hi. How may I help you, young lady?” The woman’s voice was wavering in between her sentences but not less sonorous.

“Do you by any chance know if your neighbor….”Lisa waved behind her at Mira’s hous