An unexpected guest...
I'm sitting at the dining room table, absorbed in a book with one hand wrapped around a cup of tea, when Lucielle walks into the room. She's somehow managed to come in through the back door despite the fact that it's locked and has all manner of crap pilled up in front of it. I glance away from her at the back door and see that it's still closed, still barricaded by a stool, vac and the cat litter tray. Lucielle pulls out a chair and slumps into it with a sigh, throwing her feet up onto the corner of the table. The soles of her boots are dusty and glitter with chips of broken glass. "So..." she says, reaching for my tea, her hands graceful as they wrap around the cup, the chipped black nails so similar to my own. She sips my tea and stares at me over the rim. "Do you want me to make you some?" I ask. She puts the cup down on her side of the table, well out of my reach and folds her hands in her lap. "What's going on?' "Wha
