Again, I was in my bedroom with the window open when I heard several footsteps on the sidewalk below my second story window.
Woman’s voice, “I did not pull her hair. I was trying to stop her and that was all I could reach.”
Footsteps as they proceed down the sidewalk.
Woman’s voice again, “You’re not happy with me?”
Man’s voice muffled as if he had entered a breezeway, “No.”