If you lived on the parlor floor of the above address, you could stand on the stoop, stretch yawn, look to your left and see Kings county hospital.
But inside, most tenants stayed in one of two units on the third floor. There was a two-bedroom, one bath and one-bedroom, one bath. Fenimore was built on a slab.
The Jamaican couple stayed in the two-bedroom. Tiffany was born in 1981. Her father was always pissing her mother off, taking pictures with his hand in his drawers. I could do nothing about it, except hang around; especially during summer.
There were no cell phones, as Tiffany's mom made long phone calls, sitting in her terry bath robe on the rotary phone with the extra long extension cord.
My nosy self finished a few White Castle sqares and poked my nose over the back of the rear-facing couch where she chatted. All I saw were, "Titties out!" But when I looked again, they were gone. I did not recognize what they were, at first. I was ten.
She got dressed, and we took Tiffany for a walk in her stroller.