“I wonder if anyone has done any work on using drywall and bass beats to send information,” said Chester. “Forget fiber-optics. I can hear every note just as if I’m in their living room.”

“Our lease is up in August,” said Felicity. “If you can come up with the $500 we need to break it early, great. Because I can’t.”

The thin walls bulged with another round of bass notes, accentuated by roaring voices singing along and clinking glasses.

“Always drinking and singing,” Chester continued. “Like they’re holding some kind of perverted mass. I think I’m going to call it the Tabernacle House the next time I complain. That ought to at least raise a few eyebrows.”