They moved in a week before Peggy’s husband was due home from the camps up North. She awoke that night to banging floorboards directly over her.
For the rest of the week Peggy listened as her new neighbors beat the ceiling directly above her bedroom, beseeching all manner of Creators until the early morning sunlight silenced them. She excavated drawers until she found an old set of Phil’s earplugs and waited for him to return.
Peggy didn’t wear panties underneath her nightie the night Phil came home. When the pounding began, she simply rolled in close, waiting on his response.
Phil rolled over and sighed, “I can’t sleep through that. I’ll be on the sofa.”
The next day, Peggy phoned the landlord.