If I'm Lucy, I need an Ethel.
Lucy always has ideas and schemes and needed a friend to help her carry them out. I'm feeling more and more like Lucy each day, and I've come to the conclusion that I need an Ethel to help me.
We may live underneath crackheads.
Yes, this is my suspicion. The only faces I've seen are a mom, dad and little boy around 7 years old, but all night long into the early morning hours we hear people running around the apartment, up and down the staircase, sitting on the steps (with their backs to us, darn it!). Brandon thinks there may be squatters hiding up there because we never see them, but when said mom, dad and boy are seen leaving the apartment, there is still noise coming from upstairs! Why are there mysterious people hiding in an apartment, coming and going at all hours if they're not mixing cocaine and selling it to apartment visitors?
What to do, what to do... go upstairs when the family of 3 is gone and ask to borrow a cup of sugar? Eggs? Milk? Climb the drainage pipe and peek in the window at 2 am? Complain to the apartment office that there may be 17 drug addicts living above me? Convince the cops who live across from us to check things out on a hunch?
There's probably a much more reasonable explanation for all of this, but for the life of me I can't think of one. And anyway, until I get an Ethel I won't be doing much exploring on my own. I'll be taking applications for assistant crime fighter and detective all week.