The masseur, well I won`t say his real name(let`s call him Paul), agreed to see me. Paul was in the mid 50`s. My dad placed me on the table. I was on ...y back. My parents stood up besides me, and then Paul started talking with me, inquiring about the incident. A small lie of falling down in the stairs was enough. Now Paul asked my dad to turn me over and asked both my parents to sit down and wait in the next room. As they did, Paul fetched some oil. He started feeling my arms and legs and asking. He was right of course. He had nothing to complain about when it came to his children. They were going to be well prepared for their adult lives: much better than he had been, in fact. Almost as an afterthought, Henry reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a card and passed it to Brent. ‘I heard you were looking for a primo builder to work with. This guy is top of the mark. He did some of the renovations on my place a couple of years ago and I haven’t met anyone he’s worked for that. Outside, it had become evening. Dry autumn leaves were scattering along the narrow brick street. The gathering dark made the gas lamps seem to glow more brightly. In the building across the street, in a window level with ours, stood a man in a dark suit. He was tall and handsome, younger than us. When he saw us looking at him, he smiled and waved, then gave a nod of encouragement.I turned back to my lovely wife, sprawled on the little sofa. I handed her her glass of champagne and clinked. He actually had two of them set up. The larger, more powerful one, and a small one next to it. Both, she noticed, were not aimed into the sky now but downward. Curiously, she peeked into the larger telescope.It had been adjusted to peer into a window directly across from their apartment. All she saw was a closed curtain with shadows moving behind it. But it had been set in place for some reason, Joan knew. Turning to the smaller one, she peered into it and found herself looking directly into.