Upstairs

I'm beginning to suspect that my upstairs neighbor may be a prostitute. She could be the woman described in the Confederate Railroad song "Trashy Women". She does a ridiculous amount of laundry, largely towels and sheets, a load or two a day it seems. She doesn't seem to have a regular job, comes and goes at all hours of the day, but is almost always home at night. Plus, for the last several weeks it seems nearly every night there is a different car parked in the driveway behind hers, typically a higher end sedan or coupe. Every once in a while I see the guys that drive them. I think she used to sell real estate, but given the current market, I don't think anyone can hardly make a living doing that right now. She lives directly above me, and I will say this, whatever is going on, at least it's quiet.