Newspaper boys were still delivering Sunday morning papers when the door of the fashionable ten-room house on Gelfert Strasse opened and two people walked out into the sunlight. The man was tall and burly, his mane of dark wavy hair streaked with grey. His wife was plain and wore her dark blonde hair brushed back over her ears in a severe boyish bob. Absorbed in quiet argument, they walked along the tree-lined street to a neighborhood park, where they talked some more. Then, arm in arm, they returned to the house, and the man bade his wife farewell.
A few minutes...
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