“Sir, do you mind if we talk?” she asked him when he answered his door eyeing her curiously. He wasn’t angry but he might have been a little annoyed with her unexpected appearance.
“No, I suppose not,” he retorted, allowing her to step inside his living room.
Deanna stood in silence for some minutes unable to say a word, and yet there were a thousand in her head. “I’m just not sure that this is a good thing,” she finally blurted out.
“What?”
“I mean us, what we’re doing here.”
“You’re doubting? Why?” Graham looked at her strangely.
“It’s not doubting really, it’s just that we have such an odd relationship, and I have no idea where it’s headed. I know that you’re taking charge of things is part of the purpose, but still ….”
“You’re worried perhaps that I’m using you?” he conject
