Bruni had just finished washing up the breakfast dishes when a knock sounded on her apartment door. She wasn’t expecting anyone to visit this early in the morning. Looking down to her stockinged feet and her fluffy dressing gown – a gift of Dean’s – she called out, “Who is it?”
“Me, Marlene.”
Naturally her friend would be the only person to dare visit her at this ungodly hour when all decent people were either at work or still in their pajamas.
“Coming,” she shouted back and took the heavy key from the hooks. After fumbling with the lock, she finally flung the door open and then smiled at a disgruntled Marlene, standing in the hallway on the other side of the door.
“It’s about time,” Marlene groused.
“Sorry. Come in. Why aren’t you at university?”
“Because it’s lunch time, if you hav
