James Black and Jane Sampson lived on the top floor, and since it was a weekend morning, there were quite a number of people heading downstairs. Among them were young people ready to go out for a leisurely stroll or shopping and elderly aunties and uncles, presumably like James and Jane, preparing to go out to buy groceries.
"Oh, aren't you the young couple from the top floor of unit one?"
A middle-aged husband and wife entered just behind them, standing right in front of Jane and James. The auntie took several looks at James and hmm'd, "I haven't seen you for a long time, young man. You and your wife are divorced, aren't you?"
The corners of Jane's lips in the mirror grinned more and more broadly, unable to hide her growing smile.
As they stood shoulder to shoulder, the elevator became more crowded. James, worried that someone might bump into Jane, almost enveloped her entirely in his arms.
