14
DINNER
Her eyes shot open. The room was black. She was disoriented, her mind fuzzy. Something must have startled her out of sleep. She heard Richard snoring and realised where she was. She reached for her phone. It was a little before six o’clock.
She was putting away her phone when someone hammered on the door. She waited, holding her breath.
Then a voice called out, ‘Are you in there?’
She recognised the voice in an instant. It was Fred.
Relieved, she eased herself to her feet and used her phone torch to light her way to the hall where the diminished daylight managed to enter. She opened the front door to find Fred peering in her bedroom window.
‘Come in,’ she said, and he gave a little start.
Touché!
‘I won’t,’ he said, the colour rising in his cheeks. ‘I just came to tell y
