But the motorcycle was working his last nerve. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 4:45 A.M. It was pitch-black outside. He looked up at the ceiling and saw the lines the streetlights made through the mini blinds. The noise from the motorcycle became louder. The idiot was coming down the street again. Lance glanced to his right and didn’t see Arykah lying next to him. The motorcycle’s engine revved. Angrily, he threw the covers from his body and rushed to the window to see what fool was on the side of his house making the noise so early in the morning. He didn’t see anyone on a motorcycle. Then Lance realized the noise was coming from behind him on the opposite side of the master bedroom door. He turned from the window and walked to the door and yanked it open. Once in the hallway on his way to the living room, he concluded the noise was coming from a vacuum. Didn’t Arykah know what time it was? What would possess her to want to vacuum before daybreak? His intentions were to pull the cord to the vacuum cleaner from the socket and grill his wife about her eagerness to clean house in the wee hours of the morning, but his vision stopped him in his tracks.
