The Next Room

“I couldn’t sleep because of the crying in the next room,” Duncan muttered. He massaged his temples to stave off his creeping headache.

Lindsay turned to the door. “Uh, you mean that room?” She pointed to indicate direction.

Duncan looked then nodded. “Yeah. The adjoining room must have a baby.”

Lindsay opened the door. “What adjoining room?” she stepped aside, revealing a closet storing a broom, iron and ironing board.