It’s early morning and the
doorbell rings. I’m still in my dressing gown. I head downstairs and as I start
unlocking the front door I see a familiar man standing in front of a modern
saloon car on our driveway. I can’t put a name to his face but invite him
inside and I tell my mother that we have a visitor. She greets the man but says
no more and instead picks up a newspaper to read. I smile and attempt to make
small talk but every subject seems to have fled my brain. Eventually I cone out
with ‘Nice today isn’t it?’ to which he responds ‘Yes, it is’. After another
awkward pause no general conversation has started so I offer our visitor a hot
drink. ‘Tea please’ he says. My mother still hasn’t made any conversation and I
suddenly wonder whether she actually knows him or not through her walking
group; or has our visitor come to see me? I’ve still no idea why he’s here, but
he does have an air of being expected about him. How do I approach the subject
of his visit?
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