Then came the rustling of clothes and heavy breathing from inside. Then I heard Ruby gasping and said, "Hubby, let go of the blind woman's room again, okay? I want to feel some trill tonight."
“Not tonight," answered Austin.
Ruby purred, “Why not? Don’t you like it? You get so worked up when you see her face while we’re doing it.”
“She just had a miscarriage,” Austin replied, his tone growing impatient. “I didn’t give her the sleeping pills tonight. She’ll hear us if we go in there.”
“Hmph. Then you owe me some extra tonight to make up for it .…”
The ambiguous sounds inside continued, but I was already frozen in place like a puppet that had lost its soul.
I remembered that Austin always coaxed me to drink the glass of milk that he brought every night. Though he told me it was for my health, in reality, it was for him to be able to make his affair more exciting.
I stumbled back to the guest room in a daze. The phone on the nightstand buzzed incessantly as messages kept pouring in.
The phone was set to blind mode so when I unlocked the screen, the blind-assistance mode read them aloud automatically.