Grayson let out a satisfied sigh as he rested in his La-Z-Boy chair, engrossed in the newspaper after a long day at work. His wife, Rosemary, was busily preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"Rosemary, fetch me another drink, will you?" he commanded, not even looking up from the newspaper. His wife obediently placed a new glass of rum on the side table before returning to the kitchen to continued cooking.

Grayson muttered to himself in disappointment as he continued reading the column. "It's just insane... I'm not against it but sudden change is just no good ... especially in a neighborhood like this."

Grayson took a sip of his drink, setting the newspaper on his lap. A moment later, a knock sounded through the air, prompting Grayson to let out a deep sigh. "Rosemary, answer the door for me, will you? I'm far too tired to get it myself."