It was too early for John Couger Mellancamp. But then, Diane thought when wasn’t it? “Fucking neighbors…” She muttered
She looked at the clock. It was 11:30.
She rolled out of bed, pulled on her shirt and pants, and wandered into the living room.
Diane began to make coffee. The music ended.
“Thank you.” She sighed. The coffee was ready.
She poured a cup and then wandered back into the bedroom.
She sat on the bed and saw the black clothes sitting there folded and washed. She sighed and didn’t know how to feel. He was her father, after all.