Taking a break during work means making myself a cup of coffee and looking out of the window.A cast of characters who play out their own little dramas keeps me entertained during those breaks, oblivious to my silent observations. But none hold more intrigue than my next-door neighbors, Mike and Jill. Every weekday, at precisely 4 p.m., a silver sedan will glide into their driveway. Out will step Mike, a tall, unassuming man with a briefcase clutched tightly to his chest. He’ll disappear into the house for a quick fifteen minutes, then emerge again, the car pulling away just as quickly as it arrived.On days Jill goes to work, they’ll come home together and close the curtains. On weekends, they’ll just pull the curtains shut at the exact time. 4 p.m.Their charming Victorian house, with its perpetually well-kept lawn, remains shrouded in an air of secrecy during those fifteen minutes. Their routine was so precise and unchanging that it just
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