Oh. My. God.
What could possibly be more mortifying than getting interrupted by ex-neighbors while sharing a goodbye smooch with your boyfriend at the main entrance to the condo? I can't even describe how disconcerting it is to have two pairs of eyes staring at you, and then hearing your name called out loud. And after confirming that it was indeed me, they told B that they were just living two floors above him.
I can just about imagine how the tiny tidbit is gonna spread through the Spottiswoode grapevine...These were the ex-neighbors who watched me grow up, whose son was my playmate through primary school, and whose daughter has now married and is living six floors above me. "Small world" barely cuts it.
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