The man opened the door in a maroon robe. He had drowsy eyes and thin hair raked at an angle that embarrassed the young couple, who’d obviously woken him. “ 你是誰?為什麼這麼晚了還來按我的門鈴?”
“No power,” said Mayra. “We,” she bobbed the baby and nodded to Gordo. “Below,” she pointed downward. “No power,” she made a throat-slitting sign.
“Ehh?”
Gordo murmured, “He thinks you want to kill him.”