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Because Laura didn't like his music, Nigel agreed to wearing headphones. As far as he was concerned, CDs and downloading songs could do one. Nothing beat the hiss of the needle touching the surface of the record. He'd bought the best turntable he could find.
Listening to his favourite crooner, Dean Martin, while sitting in his armchair, he closed his eyes and took in the lyrics of “In the Misty Moonlight.” Music helped him forget that a scumbag had declared war on his family. Nothing good would come of it, but none of this was his fault. He hoped Laura understood that, although he suspected she blamed him.
"Nige! Something's going on outside," Laura exclaimed, shaking him.
Taking his headphones off, he asked what the problem was. It didn't take long to hear laughter coming from out
