"Mrs. Harding thought we needed a near-midnight snack and coffee. I don't argue with her." No, no, nobody argued with Mrs. H. Even Febs wasn't that stupid.

Febby set about fixing her own cup of coffee with a little sugar, but left if otherwise black,  like her humor. Wrapping her fingers around the mug as best she could, Febby rested her elbows on her knees and watched the rest of the arrest it what was still left of the commotion with mild intrigue.

"Dare I ask what happened next door?" It would be nice to know what exactly she'd been living next to for however long at this point, though sure would no doubt find out in the near future thanks to the newspaper.