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.

People on couch
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