I’m sure all my new neighbors will enjoy watching me shimmy my bare ass over the balcony into a fireman’s ladder-bucket-thingy. I gasp. I know my new neighbor! I glance over the edge of my balcony towards Caleb’s unit. Less than two feet of space separates our railings. The angle isn’t quite right for me to see inside his unit, but I can tell that a light is on. “Please, oh please,” I mutter, pressing the call button on his contact. It rings and rings. No answer.
