Richard
Mitch whisks around the lounge with duster and spray, moving wine glasses, bottles and decanters.
“Am I in your way?”
“Not at all,” she smiles. “I just thought I’d freshen up the room.” She opens the back window, swinging it wide and the scent of blossom and cut grass floods in. “It’s a lovely day. Time to let some air through the house. You get back to your reading, Richard. Don’t let me disturb you.”
Sounds good to me…
In fact, I’ve finished with my newspaper. The financials are everything I would hope. The sport is of no interest. And I’ve no time for the glitterati rubbish and the so-called information on ‘How To Spend It’ in those interminable magazines that come with the papers.
Who reads that stuff?
Crossword maybe?
But I can’t be bothered.
Folding up the paper, I s
