"Turn off your junk music already! It's annoying all the neighbours here, you cxnt!
blurted out my mother-in-law Ute when I visited her.
Actually, I should have dismantled an old cupboard and disposed of it. Before that we wanted to
coffee together on the balcony and the following scene took place.
Ute lived in one half of an old semi-detached house built in the 1920s in a densely
in a densely built-up residential area near the city. The gardens here in the neighbourhood all bordered on each other, separated by hedges and trees.
separated by hedges and trees. So you could already see a lot of the neighbourhood.
neighbourhood. The old semi-detached house where Ute lived was also a bit noisy. That was fine until
until the old owner of the other half died and a couple about the same age as my parents-in-law moved in.
I only knew the wife of the couple by sight, but I had been sure for some time that this could cause
could cause trouble. Like Ute, I thought of her as an alpha woman. One who sets the tone.
Just like my mother-in-law. And when you live so close to each other conflicts arise.
The previous owner was rather quiet and almost never visible. Ute had no problems with her alpha status.
The new owner changed and both women were in competition with each other, as I can see from previous sentences,
which Ute had dropped on other occasions. In contrast to my blonde
mother-in-law, the other woman was a redhead. Otherwise, however, in terms of stature
identical. Ute weighs about 185lbs at 5'7 and is 60 years old. Her neighbour could have been 2 or,
at most 3 years younger. I seem to remember that her name was Marion.
On this day, with temperatures around 95°, Ute was wearing grey short hot pants made of
that minimally revealed the base of her buttocks, and a mint green sleeveless top.
I ruled out the possibility that she was wearing underwear because I could see her nipples
while she was sitting opposite me and her bend over the balcony raised butt.
I now looked down the balustrade and saw the neighbour in black short leggings
, a yellow top with spaghetti straps and her hands on her hips standing in her garden.
It was also clear that she was not wearing a bra.
"Well come on and take it off then, bitch!" nagged Marion back.
I saw Ute, introverted and very quiet, stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray,
adjusted her top and trousers and was on her way to the balcony door.
"Wait here a moment." Ute asked me as she walked, before disappearing from my sight.
I looked back down the balcony at the redhead, who was also adjusting her top again.
It was about to come to a confrontation and I could see it live.
I knew from hearsay that Ute had already had a few physical confrontations
in the past. I judged this one to be very even. In my opinion, it wasn't about the music at all.
This was a clash between two alpha cats. It would have happened even without music.
But it had to be clarified who was in charge here.
I saw Ute down in the garden walking straight towards her opponent.
Marion tensed, raised her hands halfway, but stopped on the spot.
Ute rushed at her and managed to grab Marion's hair with her left hand.
She yanked Marion's hair towards the floor. With her right hand she punched her rival in the face.
rival's face.
Marion got hold of my mother-in-law's hair with both hands and tore at it. But she still received blows from Ute....
