Finally, Friday.
All caveats aside now, because I don’t care. It was the day of Marina’s arrival, and that is enough for me. What does it matter, anyway? A day like any other bloody day, time out of mind.
She was in the fridge. Not entirely, of course. It was a hot day, I admit, but not hot enough to want to crawl into a fridge which, come to think of it, is not a bad idea. Now that I have such a voluminous fridge I could hunker down amidst the perishables.
Her legs necessarily protruded from beneath the fridge door. Small, slender legs, shod in sandals. She only knew I was there when she shut the door and, after folding up a canvas bag, caught sight of me. Neatly folded, the bag proclaimed itself to be ‘fo if’ in nice, calm green letters. The fridge whirred a little, struggling with t
