The cry of the woman returned.
"Aïe, what lungs!"
"I yelled so, the police came up."
"You were right."
"Pardi!"
"Let's hope she'll give us some rest."
"Amen!"
The lights, one by one, flattened into the darkness. A single window, under the eaves, continued bright, from which ever descended the cry of battle.
"Does that affect you?" Goursac asked, following the momentary shadows across the panes.
"I don't like to hear it."