"Check out the new sky light," Bigsley called from the roof. "No arguing there's not enough natural light now."
Bernadette sighed.
"I angled it to frame the full moon. How do you like that for romantic?"
Bernadette said she preferred serenading.
"Serenading?" Bigsley was dumbfounded. "Darling, you haven't heard anything until you hear my Elvis imitation."
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