“Somewhat,” Doreen answered. “Why don’t we get a brand new system?”
“What for? I fixed ours,” Arnold beamed, entering from the outdoors.
“Sparky, join me!” Doreen giggled while setting a cake on the kitchen table.
As she belted out a familiar tune, the doorbell ran. Their dog bolted towards the front door.
“Are we too late?” enquired the next door neighbour, holding a bottle of wine.
The doorbell rang again. More neighbours entered.
“How do they know?” Arnold asked.
Doreen grinned. “They heard me sing ‘Happy birthday’ through our newly repaired intercom.”
“What else did they hear?”