by - JJ
Through the pass-through window I spotted hair – long and grey. Since I was standing I sort of leaned back a little, stealth-like, to see if I could spot the wife. I caught sight of her – she was standing and staring at me, holding her cigarette case up to her face to hider her mouth. When she spotted me, she hung back herself, hiding. I started to look under the furniture and bookcases to find the bodies of the real homeowners, all the while passing papers to the borrower and dodging the parrot.
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