How I cope with the three unwanted voices that live inside my head

I am alone in my New York apartment preparing dinner when I hear the voice of a woman say: “He seems to be OK.” A male voice grunts in response. “He eats better than we do,” she continues. Another grunt.

I look around.  I’m on the second floor of a three-storey apartment block. Who can see me? It has to be someone on the fire escape across the windows, to which only the couple upstairs have access. I’d hurt myself in the kitchen earlier and made a lot of noise – perhaps they heard the commotion and are checking that I am OK. I finish eating and run upstairs to knock on their door. No reply.

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