The following morning, I give breakfast with ‘the family’ a miss. I’m not keen to meet up with Jenny just yet. Doubtless, she’ll blister my ears.
Deservedly so…
I am, however, keen to set things right with Mitch.
Waiting to be sure the sound of chatter and movement is elsewhere in the house, I take the coward’s exit, slipping away through the back door, then make my way to Mitch’s apartment.
As I cross the courtyard, Jenny’s mare nickers at me from the stable door, tossing her head as I pass.
At least someone’s pleased to see me…
At Mitch’s door, I pause. It stands open. Only by an inch or so, but… open.
An invitation?
Don’t make assumptions…
Pushing a little, it wheezes on its hinges, easing wider. “Mitch?”
…
…
“Mitch?”
“Come in, Larry.” Her voice cracks on the last syllable.
