ANDY GOT UP IN THE wee hours of the morning, primarily because she was hungry. She hadn’t eaten much the day before and had gone to bed without a morsel of anything in her. She walked barefoot on carpeted floor to the tiled kitchen floor, opened the fridge to look for something comforting to eat, and found a pretty pink box containing a sumptuous cheesecake, her favourite. Feeling famished, she cut a massive piece, what her Mom referred to as ‘half her weight’.
She carried her plate to the living room and set it down on the varnished oak coffee table. She raised the blinds and opened the glass balcony door to invite the warm summer air and allow the village streetlights into the expansive open plan, three-bedroom apartment.
Mary and Julian’s place was situated in a gated community on Wes
