“What’s all the fuss upstairs?” he asked, tying up the belt of his bathrobe.
By the door, she shushed him, overjoyed. “They’re taking her away!”
“How should I know? A little screaming and I find an ambulance at my doorstep.”
The paramedics were carrying a woman down the stairs.
“Poor thing… is she going to be all right?” she asked, worried about the reputation of the building.
“Yes, madam. Go back in, please.”
“Her husband’s not home.” She mumbled, closing the door. “I wonder who she was… you know, entertaining… I saw her 3 days ago. New hair cut and color. Red. I guess she knew her husband was leaving…”
“You women are your own worst enemy. I’ll go back to bed.”
She was offended by his lack of interest.
“Get away from the door…”
“Oh no, whoever she was up there with, he’s got to go past this door.”