ANNE WALKED FROM HER bedroom to the parlour and threw her phone on the sofa. She turned back and went to where she usually kept her dirty laundry. Today was a public holiday, that was what her boss had called to tell her, but he didn't bother telling her why. All he said was that they would stay closed and she shouldn't come to work. She had no idea how the rest of her day would go, but she was sure she would think of something when the clothes were done. She had not even gotten to the room when her phone rang.
“What is it again, now?” she grumbled. It had taken her pains to tear herself from i********: as she lay on her bed this morning, but it seemed the phone didn't take too lightly to being kept aside. She stomped back to the parlour and picked the phone from where it lay facedown on
