Under the midday sun of Lanark, the newlyweds, who had barely caught a wink of sleep as dawn arrived, were still entwined in each other's embrace under the sheets.
Egon's deep voice rumbled as he asked, "What now?"
Adela, still half-asleep, replied with a puzzled tone, "What?"
Just as the previous day, Egon's senses were on high alert while scanning the surroundings of their home. A persistent knocking that Adela had not heard before followed.
"We're not here," Egon grumbled once more, prompting a soft giggle from Adela.
She was tempted to go along with this plan. After all, the first week of marriage was typically reserved for the newlyweds to enjoy each other's company without interruptions, especially from in-laws. However, the knocking at their door continued, growing more insistent.
Groggy and disoriented, they exchanged bewildered glances.
"Did you expect anyone?" Egon inquired.
