The girl next door – when her kittenish spirit strikes her – will sometimes stop by for a visit.
She will look into your face with her gilded eyes, hoping for some intelligent conversation.
Should that not be forthcoming, she will gaze dreamily across the street in search of something better, someone wittier. There are some Yorkshire terriers. There is a eucalyptus tree. Perhaps she would find some improvement there.
The girl next door is not afraid of her beauty, of her wonderful textures. She is not afraid of a profile full of myth and history.
The girl next door doesn't like you. And after some thought, she will leave you.