“Quick,” Daniel whispered, turning to Alice and angling himself so the door’s lock was hidden. “Act married!” Someone appeared around the nearby corridor . . . Daniel reached for her . . . “And furthermore,” Alice said in a strident voice, slapping his hand away and shoving her fists against her hips. “When you take off your shirt at the end of the day, you should leave it in the hamper, not on the floor!”
