Just as I stubbed out the butt, the doorbell rang.Just as I stubbed out the butt, the doorbell rang. I roused myself and went to the kitchen to buzz her into the building. I took the keys from the door and went into the hallway, still clad in my robe, and looked down through the space between the flights of stairs. She stepped into the light of the first floor lamp, three storeys below. She looked up at me, holding a shopping bag in each hand. The flowers of a stalk of celery stuck out of the top of one bag. |