I was reading Amy Tan’s The Opposite of Fate in the bedroom. It said,
If the roof crashes on your head, no need to cry over this bad luck. You can sue anybody, make the landlord fix it.
I looked up at the ceiling, listened for a moment to the bang and crash as my fiance (also the landlord) continued to do God knows what to the attic, right over my head. And I thought to myself that perhaps I should move to the other room. Just in case.
The roof didn’t fall in, but only because I went to another room. I singlehandedly saved the building from destruction.