What's up, buddy.

I was almost not going to write tonight, but something changed. Something strange.

It's regarding Clara—sure, the wife of the neighbor. She's the subdued, somewhat enigmatic one. Half-Chinese, always covered like she is either headed to a yoga lesson or returning from a photoshoot. Little, likewise. Always five feet, she moves as though she has secrets.

Jack approached my door tonight; her spouse. Stated he wished to chat.

Next thing I know, Clara is staring at me ...