But she insisted, “I heard a man shouting.”
The following day, I pretended to leave for work and hid under my bed. Hours passed—then a voice stepped into my bedroom, and I froze….
When I came home that Wednesday afternoon, my neighbor, Mrs. Halvorsen, stood on her porch with crossed arms and a look that was far more annoyed than usual. “Your house is so loud during the day, Marcus,” she complained. “Someone is shouting in there.”
“That’s impossible,” I said, balancing my grocery bags. “I live alone. And I’m at work all day.”
