FIND THE FACE
By Tessa Harvey
Early Sandi woke to a few knocks on her front door. Hastily, she rose out of bed, glancing at the time. Only 6 am.
Wrapping a dressing gown swiftly around her, she peered carefully through small, clear patches of stained glass to see her visitor. The figure was obviously male. Sandi hesitated, not wanting the children to be woken, but not wanting to confront a stranger. Lisa has also come up behind, looking tussled and very pregnant. "It's Mike," she whispered. "Open the door. The flyscreen is locked. I did it last night. Both women opened the door.
Mike said softly, "Sorry it's early, but I'm so tired and the plane has only just landed."
Sandi looked at her friend, questioningly. Lisa nodded, looking nervous.
"Look," Sandi stated firmly, "Lucy had colic last night. I am very tired. I am going back to bed but if I hear raised voices, out you go, Mike. My husband is working, but I will tell him and the police if Lisa is even a little upset." And she went back to her room.
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