Chapter 45
I lay the chessboard on the table, setting up the paws when I heard a knock on the entrance gate. Could that be Donnie? he didn't tell me he would be back this soon. Our discussion showed he didn't even have an idea when he would be returning from his business trip. Donnie is far from an archaic kind of person, his gate is computerized, and needs no one to open them for him when he returns home. He usually wipes his thumb on the thumbprint detector and the gate pulls open like the legs of a pregnant woman in labor.
The knocking on the gate became alarming and was disturbing my concentrate, so I had to reach for whosoever is at the gate. I was going to yell at whoever I met there at the gate that Donnie wasn't at home. I don't like nonsense. I just want to enjoy my privacy
