After breakfast, David headed out for his morning walk. He let the cool morning air revitalize him as he wandered through crowded Central Park. He people-watched, as he had done even before he’d gone into psychiatry. The interaction of people and emotions always fascinated him. Lovers laughing together, children playing, kids fighting with their mothers, and husbands walking alongside their wives hand in hand or discretely checking out other women, wondering if the grass really was greener on the other side. The panorama of human interactions fascinated him. By the time he had finished his walk and returned to his front door, he knew what he would do.
Skipping a shower, and after taking ten minutes to find his rolodex, he called the Harlands’ home.
“Hello?” Mrs. Harland had answere
