Samanthaβs morning started out all wrong. Oversleeping meant she had to spring out of the bed and frantically put herself together in order to get to the TV Station on time for work. βWhy didnβt you wake me up?β she yelled to her husband as he dragged himself to the bathroom.
He shrugged his shoulders. βSorry, you looked so peaceful.β
On top of everything else, strange-sounding loud music leaked into their bedroom. She scrambled around, searing for a source. βWhere is that fromβ she asked him.
βSounds like tribal rhythms β maybe from Polynesia or something.β
βThank you very much, Mister professor of anthropology. That wasnβt what I meant. I meant where is that sound coming from?β
Slipping into his suit, he shrugged. βMight be that new guy that moved in a few days ago.β
βHoney, can you go over there and talk to him about it. He needs to understand that this is a nice, quiet neighborhood, and we donβt do that kind of thing here.β
βLetβs not rock the boat, Sam.β
βPhil, I know itβs awkward to have a talk with your new neighbors about ββ
But before she could finish, he was...