There was
only one problem.
Angelica
lived alone. No-one was supposed to be sleeping here.
In fact, she was in for quite the shock when she caught sight of the stranger on her sofa. She’d come down in her dressing
gown to make morning coffee, not expecting to glance at the adjacent room and see someone else in her home.
Regardless,
she kept calm – even when the woman heard the floorboards creaking, prompting
her to turn around. Her eyes were sleepy, but she looked terrified at being
caught in such a position.
“I… uh…”
“Hello,”
Angelica said warmly. “Are you comfortable?”
The stranger
blinked, probably wondering how to read Angelica’s question. But Angelica
wasn’t trying to be sarcastic, or threatening. What would be the point in that?
“Um…”
“My name’s
Angelica. Angie’s fine, though. I’m guessing you got in through the patio
doors? Those things are always blowing open in the night.”
“I-I’m so
sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude!” the woman suddenly blurted out, her words a
fast flurry that went by in seconds. “I’m homeless – the weather was freezing,
I had nowhere to…”
“It’s all
right, sweetheart.”
Angelica went
to the kitchen counter, grabbing a tin that stood in the corner and approaching
the sofa with it. The woman looked nervous for a moment, but appeared soothed
by her host’s warm smile.
“Here.”
Angelica removed the lid as she held out the tin. “These were my
husband’s favourites. I hope you like them too.”
She looked
taken aback, like she'd never seen a biscuit tin before. Angelica noticed her chapped lips, the thin, hunched shoulders. When she continued to hesitate, the older lady picked out a biscuit
and offered it to her.
“Please. I insist.”
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