The picture of demure innocence at the interview table, Ellen’s straight black hair hung down to her shoulders, large eyes gazing around, blouse opened just enough to show a small glimpse of cleavage, the picture of a relaxed, friendly and cooperative person. The matter in question, however, was not insignificant. Ellen and her partner, a female-to-male transsexual, lived in an apartment with her dog and several parrots. Another couple lived in the unit alongside. He was mostly away on shift work, but his partner, being unemployed, spent her time at home. She, too, had a dog. The couples had little to do with each other, although Ellen had once banged on the wall in annoyance when the music was played too loudly....
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