A loud banging downstairs: as if a storm cellar door were being slammed, as if there was a storm cellar on the block.
Watching out the back window: voices on the pavement and into the frame rolls with a wooden bang the armrest, the frame and legs of the cheapest glorified platform of a couch, a plywood bench wrapped in black, and end-over-end with diminishing bangs it is pushed to the alley.