It took me several seconds to realize that the moaning sounds were coming from the window on the side. The other window was at the side of the house, only about ten feet from the fence line to my neighbor's back yard. One was on the front of the house over the driveway that led into the double garage beneath me. I had two windows in my office, now both open. But my movement was arrested by the sound of murmuring and what I distinctly recognized as moaning. I entered my office and raised my hand to turn on the lights. It had been light outside when I was called to dinner, but it was dark before I returned to my office to continue work on a major proposal my firm needed finished sooner rather than later. My home office was on the bedroom level in what had once been the house's second-largest bedroom, down a long hallway, over the garage, and at the front side of the house. We'd had a particularly cold winter and early spring, and thus when the sun had brought us an unusually early warm day, we opened the windows on the bedroom level, giving the house its first breath of fresh air in over three months. A foreshadowing that summer again would follow spring descended on my neighborhood in the form of a minor heat wave one early May evening.
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