LAJ

Lived in a high rise, same neighbors. Hair up in a wrap, cool skirt, hanging with neighbor P by her pool on her balcony. We have a view of a canyon and she is talking about a really great restaurant but I can't see it. I feel her hand on my hip. Her husband and kids jump into the pool. My husband are talking about a trip to France. They want to go too. He said he would wear her out. I started to walk home. Across the balcony, in front of other units and then realized I was on the wrong floor. I had to go up one (or was it down, I can't remember). I walk in and Husband is on a recliner watching TV.