Mandy set down the two plates of sandwiches, carefully wiping her hands on the kitchen towel before answering the door.
“You called about your AC unit?” asked the man with the Maintenance Service patch on his chest, repair canister in hand.
“Oh, yes. Finally. Come on in. The repair guy"s here, honey.”
Her husband called back from the next room. “Great. About time. I"m dying in here.” Shirtless and sweaty, he was engrossed in the TV news.
She showed the man to the back of the apartment. “Just let me know if you need anything.”
“Sure, ma"am. This job shouldn"t take long.”
Wife joined husband in the living room, food in hand. TV talking-heads shouted at them “No, it"s not ethical! The government should not be in the assassination business!”
The other pundit fired back, “Oh, come on. Th
