A guy was shouting at a woman. He was shaking his finger for emphasis. She was looking down at the sidewalk, her shoulders hunched as if she were expecting blows. The woman looked like a child being scolded by a harsh parent. The guy stopped shouting for a moment and scowled at the building.
“There is a domestic disturbance taking place on the sidewalk out front,” I said.
Behind me Sara, wearing cut-off jeans and an aqua colored tank top, was applying tan paint to the wall with a paint roller. She stepped to the window and looked down.
“He doesn’t look happy about something,” she said.
“I love how you shrinks can read a person’s mood with only a casual glance,” I said.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish