I never was one for talking. Many people like to talk. I never understood why. I’m sure it all boils down to them likening the sound of their own voice. Why else would Henry on the 8th floor tell me about this sick mother. I had never known her or anyone by the name of Doris. So what if she had stage four cancer. I don’t truly care. As my luck would have it the awful chanting I heard from the apar...