Advice

Every day the smoking woman goes out on her balcony and talks on her cell phone. I can hear everything although I try not to. Paragraphs of advice to a girlfriend. Her toddler wanders out and climbs on a chair lifting himself up to the railing, three stories up.
James get off the chair I've told you a million times to get down from there. Do you want the fire trucks to come? Because that's what will happen if you fall, she says, resuming her conversation.
Fire truck, fire truck, he shouts, smiling.