Waiting for the Exterminator

by Laurence Miall

      “I’ve been looking for you,” I said.
       “Where were you looking?”
       “Where else? Your house.”
       The smile she’d been trying to arrange on her face immediately vanished.
       “You were at my family’s house? What happened?”
       “Nothing happened, Annabella. I know better than to knock on the door and introduce myself.”
       This news visibly brought her considerable relief. She tossed her head a little to one side.
       “OK,” she said. “What are you doing now?”
       “Nothing,” I said. “We should have a drink.”

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