“Do you think they would probably kill each other in there?” His wife said as she plastered her ears to the door, “I can’t hear anything.” She turned her other ear to the door and said, “They won’t really kill each other, would they? My God, I am too young to be an accessory to murder.”

Simon shook his head as he looked at the baby in his hand and knew that immediate intervention was needed before his wife’s nerves became more strung than those two in their parlour.

“Babe, you do know that you are not supposed to eavesdrop on them, don’t you?” he said as he laid his...