The neighbour
I remember Sara Sidle. I was so glad the day she moved into the building. I mean this is Las Vegas after all and I just felt safer knowing there was a cop living next door. She always told me that she wasn't a cop that she was a scientist but I saw the badge I knew what she was. I think she was afraid I was one of those cop haters.
She was such a sweet girl; always called me Mrs Nelson, no matter how many times I told her to call me Liz. She was a good neighbour, quiet and helpful. She was always willing to help me with things I've gotten too old to do. Truth be told I worried about her a little; she was always at work and I don't think she got nearly enough sleep. They work her too hard down in that place. I'm convinced they were taking advantage of her good nature.
Then there was that nice boyfriend of hers. He was older than she was, very handsome; if I were a few years younger she would have had some competition. They were a very nice couple. I remember this one time there was a huge spider in my bathtub and I screamed so loud they came running over to see what was wrong. I told them about the spider and he was nice enough to get rid of it for me. He refused to kill it though, he was jabbering about how it was an unusual species and mentioned taking it home. He seemed to be interested in bugs, he was speaking a lot of Latin. She must have a lot of patience, or a lot of love for him, to put up with those creepy crawlies.
When she moved out I was very sorry to see her go. I assume she moved in with that bug man, I'm so happy she found someone. Good looking girl like her, she should have been snapped up long ago. I just hope he realises how lucky he is to have such a sweet girl. Before she left she gave me her new home and cell phone numbers and told me if anything ever happened to call her.
Yeah, I remember Sara Sidle.