Agatha comes round

What are you doing about Agatha?

Keep her on? Reluctantly decline?

You don’t have much time. Her mini is in the Peterson’s drive when you get home. She’s working in their garden today. But not for long. Half an hour later she’s ringing your doorbell. Time to face her. She’s wearing denim shorts and a white t-shirt, that clearly reveals the bra beneath. Her dyed red hair is tied back into a ponytail. Despite her heavy tan she looks pale.

You can’t send her away. She’s here for your decision. And you haven’t made it yet.

Take time to invite her into the lounge. Offer her a drink. She declines. Offer her a seat. She sits on the edge of the cushion, leaning towards you, her brown eyes wide. She nervously plays with the ring in her right nostril. You can see she’s begging to ask but fears your answer.