There was a knock at the door, which was strange it was 9:00 pm, my wife went to answer the door, there were two black men at the door, one acted emba...rassed and told her they obviously had the wrong house, because she wasn’t who they expected to answer, she told them no problem and was about to close the door, when they both pushed it open and entered our house, slamming the door behind them, she was scared and tried to scream when the first one grabbed her put his hand over her mouth, pushed. “I’ll be back. I don’t know when, but I’ll be back.”My heart was still racing by the time I was safely back on my side of the fence. Mitzi was unpacking the car, sorting through brown paper bags of groceries, mumbling to herself.“Why were you next door?” she asked.“Chloe needed my help with something,” I said, not at all surprised that a lie had found its way into my mouth so easily.“You should go back over there and tell her to turn her music down,” Mitzi complained. “What even is this?” she. There are sad things. My mother and father are divorced. It happened when I was little, perhaps (perhaps is such a lovely word, isn't it?) four years old. Mommy had a boyfriend that she liked better than Daddy. She told me that one day I would understand all about that.I still sort of don't. I know my daddy and I know Mister Martin. I like Daddy a lot better. Daddy is very smart. He's an engineer. That's not the guy at the front of the train, you know. He knows how electrical things are. On the Saturday all three fellas turned up at the house and gave Karen their estimates. Now in our house we have installed security cameras the give good coverage in every room. Unknown to Karen while I was having that work done I also got them to place secret cameras directly opposite and hidden away that gives me HD sound and vision direct to my laptop anywhere in the world. Very useful if you’ve got a slut for a wife.I made a point of telling Karen I had turned off the CCTV cameras before.