next door the pounding starts every morning.
“a new kitchen for the new family.”
He says coming out of the elevator with new cabinets.
They were just married last month. We all gathered out front and watched as he tried to barter for his bride on the other side of the door in the apartment. The wedding party and traditional with a tupan and a kaval crowding the staircase. When he finally succeeded we watched from outside as the big white dress moved through the full windows on every floor and landing of the staircase.
When they reached the entry, the entry where we all always sit, she kicked the bucket of water.
They live next to me now.
I can hear when they watch their wedding video.
Reminiscing about their day.
And I can hear now too, as they remodel.
Making the apartment theirs.
“A new kitchen for a new family.”