I breathed easier when we were in the marble hall outside the apartment. She quickly unlocked the heavy plastic door and we got him inside. She fumbled for the inner-lighting switch.
"Happy birthday," they shouted.
Now I knew why Roger had wanted to spend the evening at home.
We stood there, Diane and myself, with Roger between us.
Then they stopped shouting and stared at us. I thought they would never stop staring.