They pass by my window, just outside, every evening right before midnight. Hall and Oates do, I mean.
11:50, on the nose, they scurry through the bushes, right to left. Then, ten minutes later – at the very stroke of the very witching hour! – they’re back again, left to right this time, and then gone for another twenty-four hours.
They will be back. You could set your watch by Hall and Oates’ schedule.
