In The Garden Of The North American Martyrs
Stories
Chapter One
Next Door
I wake up afraid. My wife is sitting on the edge of my bed, shaking me. "They're at it again," she says.
I go to the window. All their lights are on, upstairs and down, as if they have money to burn. He yells, she screams something back, the dog barks. There is a short silence, then the baby cries, poor thing.
"Better not stand there," says my wife. "They might see you."
I say, "I'm going to call the police," knowing she won't let me.
"Don't," she says.
She's afraid that they will poison our cat if we complain.
Next door the man is still yelling, but I can't make out what he's saying over the dog and the baby. The woman laughs, not really meaning it ... read full excerpt from In The Garden Of The North American Martyrs ebook
