It took Grace more than half an hour to reach her house, as always cloaked in darkness, although the intruder light over the garage door burst into blinding light, as she approached her front door.
She was angry, not at Terry, he had been perfectly respectful and what was wrong with being asked out for a drink. She was single. He was single. So what was the problem? She knew she had overreacted and did not know how to remedy the situation without making a fool of herself or hurting Terry’s feeling even more.
He was a nice man. Perhaps that was the problem?
She let herself into the house, switched on the lamp on the console, put down her keys and picked up Gary’s photo.
‘You i***t, Graceful Swan,’ he scolded her.
You i***t, Graceful Swan,’ ‘I know. I know. He’s a nice guy, a really n
