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Lady in white

A couple of months ago, on a Friday night, I was sitting in my office having my 7th coffee for the night. From our window I could see a full moon reflecting on the water. Full moon, it will be interesting tonight. As stupid as it sounds, it kinda always is on full moon nights. As I was lost at the light shinning on the water, the phone rang. A lady locked out in Amsterdam Zuid, in one of the more expensive parts of Amsterdam. I jumped in my car and was on my way. Through the beautiful streets of Zuid the traffic was light. The old buildings seemed to be bending over to tell me their secrets. As I was coming around the corner I saw a lady dressed in a long white dress waving in front of an old building. Arrived. 

Boots?

Tall, blonde and Dutch she came over. Her name was Lisa. As I introduced myself to her and grabbed my tools, I noticed the alcohol on her breath. She was in full control and in a good mood. Nothing special, just another Friday night. So I thought. Lisa walked me into the building and climbed to the third level. She posted a door to me and I started working. She, on the other hand, was talking the whole time and I was kind of worried she might wake up her neighbours. She did not seem to care. She was telling me about her mum in Belgium, her dog at the vet, her bicycle breaking down, hairdresser appointment canceled, her night out with a friend, her friend who is not a friend anymore, and much much much more. I was making noises of listening but all I wanted was to open the door. Very quickly I did. Lisa walked straight in still talking. She flicked the light and I noticed a pair of work boots at the entry. “Hey Lisa, do you have a boyfriend?” I was asking. “Oh, thats so sweet. No but No. you’re not really my type honey.” Whatever. “Mmm, why do you have them dirty manly work boots on the floor then?” Lisa looked at me still smiling. Then looked at the boots. Then around her. Then back at the boots. “Its not my place!” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Ohh shit! It’s my neighbour’s!” Lisa got me to unlock the wrong door instead of her door.  Her apartment was one level up. “We’re out!” I whispered back firmly. As we were gently walking out, shutting the light with no noise, locking the door behind us with no sound, Lisa was laughing like a mad girl in white.