JSA Brownstone - the front door

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A middle-aged couple looks about with a sense of wonder, intimidation and caution. The wife, wearing her Sunday best and her anniversary pearls clutches her handbag as if it offers some extra security in this daunting place. Her husband, in his navy blue suit and spectacles, squares his shoulders and put on a no-nonsense face. He then proceeds to rap firmly upon the Brownstone’s front door.

“I think you’re supposed to use the doorbell Henry.”, his wife volunteers.

“Oh..um. Yes” the man replies. It’s an innocent suggestion, but given his nerves, it flusters him a bit. He straightens his suit jacket again and rings the doorbell….