Neighbors

I ran into my neighbor Sunday morning on my downtown Romeo walk. She was handing off her grandson to his other grandparents at Missy's diner. It was great to see her and we walked back to her apartment at Kennedy Manor. "Which floor do you live on?" I asked.
"Fifth floor!"
"You must have a nice view."
"I see out the back over the river."
"Nice."
"Last week I was out on my deck smoking a cigarette when I saw a guy sleeping in the water. I went and called my husband. He said 'Call the police!' They came, and took him out in a bag."
"Oh my god."
"They said he had been drinking. He passed out and fell into the river and died."