I went back to sleep.
I woke some time later to angry yelling from a very agitated woman, flipping from English to Spanish or possibly Portuguese, telling someone to get out of the f*ing room, among other things. A door slam, a crash, and more screaming, now accompanied by howling from an obvious child, and punctuated by what sounded very much to me like full-hand slaps, whether to face or body. This kept up for long enough for me to figure out it wasn't coming from above, but below, and to come fully awake.
I gave it a bit, not really wanting to confront my neighbors, especially being a renter in a mostly owner-occupied condo building, but it kept up. Finally, I threw on some clothes and went and knocked on their door. Loudly. Twice. And again.
The third time, I was acknowledged and the peephole darkened, but the door was not opened because she was "not dressed" (and probably because a large, tall man who'd knocked loudly three times was scary).
"Who is it?"
"It's your neighbor."
"What do you want?"
Lacking much else, and not being fully awake, "I don't like waking to the sound of a child being beaten."
"The child broke something on the floor. We're cleaning it up."
"That's not quite what I heard." Truth. It really didn't sound like a crash and then the coping (even if it included scolding).
"The child broke something."
"If you wake me again the way you did today, the police will be at your door."
"Send whoever you want."
And now I sit (15 minutes later) with the quandary.
Was this a one-time thing?
Do I call the cops? What do I say?
I'm not often home, alert, and quiet enough to hear the downstairs during hours such like this is likely to happen, so really have no idea if it's frequent or rare.
Do I sit in the stairs, out of range of the peephole, but where I can see them come out (and where they'll see me when they do), see what things look like, and decide then?
I can't even sit watching the parking lot, because I don't know them by sight (this is a remarkably unsocial building).
Those who know me well know, this is not my typical response to a crisis scenario, and that's bugging me even more.
I hate this.
My brain is going in circles, and I have much to do today, not least memorizing some words for tonight's ritual, where I do hope some of you will be...
Fooey. Thoughts appreciated.