I wasn’t expecting anyone. I stood before the door, thinking that I ought to get one of those spy holes installed,
so that I would know who was there before I unlocked it.
I found the trite theatricality of it rather dull. Who’s behind the door? Boring.
I don’t like pantomimes or whodunnits—I like to have all the relevant information at my disposal at the earliest opportunity,
so that I can start to formulate my response.
I opened the door to find Keith, Sammy’s son, standing on the doorstep and looking nervous. Mildly surprising.
I invited him in. By the time Keith was sitting on my sofa with a cup of tea, Glen had disappeared.
She only really enjoyed her own company. She tolerated mine, but fundamentally she was a recluse at heart, like J. D. Salinger or the Unabomber.
“Thanks for the tea, Eleanor. I can’t stay long, though,” Keith said, after we’d finished exchanging the usual pleasantries.
“My wife’s got Zumba tonight, and so I need to get back for the kids.” I nodded, wondering who Zumba was.
He reached into the backpack he’d brought with him, pushed a laptop to one side and took out a parcel,
something wrapped in a carrier bag— a Tesco one, I noted with approval.
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