The Doorbell
Suddenly a clamor on the street awakened them. Next to the apartment building an argument had started up, male and female voices gradually gathered volume, she managed against her wishes to recognize individual words, most of them indecent. She was embarrassed to hear this in her husband’s presence, so she pretended to be asleep. But he started to wake up anyway. He tossed about, moaned, then tapped her shoulder with his hand.
“This happenin’ under our windows?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well...” The bed screeched. “I’ll let them...”
Yawning, he felt for his slippers with his feet and, annoyingly mumbling under his breath, shuffled to the window, but he stopped in the middle of the room when she whispered:
“Why? You stupid? Lie down. Do you need this?”
The squabble was so bad that not
