One night, while very, very drunk, Christopher Levan stumbled into the wrong house on his way home and ran across some decidedly illegal goings-on—only now he can’t figure out which house it was.

As with “Early Sunday Morning,” this is a story for which I would gladly use the word “chilling,” inasmuch as the house Levan stumbled into was his own house, and the fact that he now knows his own wife was up to no good behind his back puts his life in considerable danger (to say nothing of the state of his marriage). This is definitely one of the better Black Widower stories.