After a winding somewhat bumpy car ride back from the mountain with James on which I regaled him with the story of my upstairs neighbor in Providence, I have decided to tell you about that neighbor- Giovanna.
The Introduction
The story begins on the first day that Matt and I went to see what later became our home base here in the fine city of Providence. As we pulled up in our seperate cars, I parked on across the street but Matt decided to pull into the driveway. It was a warm and beautiful day so we just stood on the sidewalk enjoying the sunshine and the warm breeze while we joked casually and waited for the land lady to show up and let us in. Matt had already seen the interior of the apartment, but I had not, so this visit was primarily for my benefit- although Matt thought this apartment was the best we had seen so far except for a place in Federal Hill that we were going to see later.
While we were waiting a navy blue VW Jetta pulled near the curb and began to pull up behind Matt's Jeep, which was blocking the driveway. The driver hesitated for a moment, then jerkily threw the car into reverse and parallel parked on the curb, nearly right in front of Matt and I. As a girl got out of the car Matt said to her, "Oh, I'm sorry, is this your apartment- I'll be happy to move my car..."
The girl [Giovanna] who we had now known for all 14 seconds replied tersely to Matt, "Yeah- that would be F#$%ING NICE so I could get in my F#%$ING driveway!" after which she stomped by us to the rear of the apartment, leaving us only with the clacking sound of her obsenely high heels and the pungent stink of her perfume.
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