Telepathic Message in
Time of Crisis

From his vantage point on the roof, where he likes to sit and sketch distant buildings, my husband, Dupre, observed daily a man and a woman having sex, after which the man crossed the room—headed for the bathroom, Dupre assumed—as the woman threw her legs out of bed, stood and, still naked, began ironing clothes.

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