You and Leon were very loud.

No, you were quiet and decent neighbors, you were a very sweet and gentle woman, and Leon was a model husband, a polite and respected agent of the DSO. At night, at night you were very loud.

Your neighbors hated you, they were sick of you, but they didn’t say it to your face. Until...

You and Leon had just returned from the store, your husband was holding two paper bags of groceries, and you were opening the door to the apartment, when your middle-aged neighbor came down to the landing.

“Kennedys, how good it is that I caught you,” She began, sighing heavily and rubbing her face, continuing, “The whole building can hear you at night. Please be quieter, we also want to rest.”

Leon’s face and yours instantly turned red.