The landlord's wife had emotional secrets under the same roof as the young tenant.

The landlord's wife was in her mid-30s and was running the whole apartment by herself, and she used to wear a silk sleeping dress and walk around the living room every night. On her collarbone, she turned her head around for a moment, and then came close to his crooked tie, and her fingers were not released immediately when she touched his chest, and the night was getting darker, and she was whispering in his ear that the rent was about to expire, and she was breathing down his neck, and the air was as thick as a moment, and he walked back, and she pulled off her wrist, and the light on the porch was off.