Jermaine

You glance up to see a tall athletic young black man entering through the gates. Am I about to be robbed, or worse you think to yourself.

You sit up slightly on the lounger.

'Can I help you?' you try to say as confidently as you can musterr

The black man holds up his right hand, as if to show that he comes in peace. 'I'm Jermaine, Brenda's fitness instructor. I rang the front door bell but there was no answer.'

'Oh sorry, I was out here, been dozing I didn't hear it'

Now standing in front of you Jermaine looks even bigger, white trainers, black shorts and a black vest. You can see his muscles on his arms and legs, fitness instructor makes sense.

'Is Brenda here he enquires?'

'No sorry, not sure where she went'

'She had an appointment with me this morning but never showed up. She was my only appointment of the day, I went in just for her' Jermaine explains.

Not sure how to respond you give him your apologies and explain your Brenda's mother and that you'd come to visit but she'd left as soon as you'd arrived.

'Waste of a day' he shakes his head