“I think those people are having sex,”

My husband said to me.

“What people?”

“Our neighbors. Can’t you hear them?”

I’d been deep into a murder mystery, and I hadn’t been paying attention. Now, I closed my book and listened. Immediately, I realized Louis was right. Our neighbors were most definitely fucking. There were the groans, the telltale sighs.

“Have you met them yet?” Louis asked me.

I shook my head. These were new neighbors to our duplex. They’d moved in only a few days before, taking the place of a student who’d never made a peep. I’d seen the moving van pull up, but I’d been on my way to work. Our paths hadn’t crossed yet.

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