It was about 10:30 at night. Had to be: I was into my fifth or fourth drink, things were going surprisingly well, and Mel had actually cracked her first smile since the funeral.
So this bright blue light, like, spotlights into our third-floor apartment window, and we’re like, okay? Cops? Ambulance? New Will Smith movie? It’s NYC, so. You know. Could be anything, right?
But nope. We blinked out into the co-op’s courtyard, and there was Eleanor, everyone’s least favorite neighbor, getting beamed up or whatever, floating right out of the window right next to ours. She was lying on her back, asleep-like, like in the movies, hair drifting about, her body wrapped in that ever-present 70s-y bathrobe while her 60s-y curtains billowed out, as if trying to grab hold of her.[Read more…] about Aliens & Janice