SEEING Lance on the other side of the door made me so nervous that I shut the door on his face instinctively.
Lynda: “Who is it, honey?”
Valerie: “It’s my boss. It’s Lance.”
Lynda: “Why did you close the door on him?”
Valerie: “I don’t know, I got nervous. I need to clean the house.”
Lynda: “We don’t have time to clean the house.”
I looked around to see if the house looks clean enough to accept a guest. It’s clean, all right, but I’m still nervous about letting Lance into our home. It’s a pretty small apartment. I’m sure his house is much bigger.
I almost jumped when I heard a throat clearing and Lance saying “Uhm, babe, the door is pretty thin and I could hear you talking. Can you please open the door?”
I opened the door slowly and looked at Lance hesitantly.
Valerie: “Hi.”
Lan
