The sound of Lydia’s insistent knocking echoed through the empty hallway of the apartment complex. The young lady barrelled right past Angelo when the door finally clicked open, much to the gangly cleric’s consternation.
“Dia-what the void?!” Angelo squawked. “You could call first, you know.”
“Yeah, we might have been busy!” Marlo called, grinning at her from where he was lazing on the sofa, his legs propped up on the coffee table. “Or getting busy, if you know what I mean. There are some very nice looking girls around these parts.”
“Oh, please.” Dia rolled her eyes.
Angelo snorted. “We do, occasionally, have company you know. Female company who might be put off by a mad midget breaking down our door.”
“Well, maybe we should start putting hair ties on our doors again.” Dia suggested,
