No &#39;Peeping Toms&#39; allowed
“I’m on my way home,” he said.
“OK. So what did you guys do?” I asked. “Hello?”
I dialed his number and flipped up the blinds that covered the window in the living room to see if he was about to pull into the driveway, but it wasn’t my husband’s white Cavalier I saw through the window. I couldn’t believe my eyes when they registered an older gentleman, with his arm propped up on my windowsill, gazing in at me. I froze, open-mouthed until Dustin picked up the phone.
“Hey, sorry, we must have …” he began.