I was in the kitchen removing sock lint from my toes and toenails when H-- called. My first thought should’ve been to answer the phone, but it was not. Instead, my first thought was that my lint removal operation would return to the bathroom once H-- and I shared space.

     She hasn’t been sleeping well since the robbery. She revealed tonight that there are noises keeping her awake.

     “Like what?” I asked her.

     “Taps.”

     “Taps?”

     “Yes,” she said, “like someone’s tapping on the glass, taunting me through the window.”

     “There could be someone there,” I said. “It wouldn’t surpri...

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