The lesson had been good.As I left the house,
I saw my room-mate on the street.
"What’s going on?" he asked.
I shrugged. What did he mean?

He looked beyond me.

I turned. There was a man on a ladder
right outside my window.
The window I had just been sitting at
the last several hours, working.
"I thought I noticed a shape," I said.
"No idea."
"For a small building,
it sure has a lot of work done on it," Barry said.

I didn’t hear what the work was later.
I may never know.