Tea
Catt knocked loudly on her Landlady's half-open door. She couldn't see the old woman through the gap, but the knock elicited a response from deeper in the apartment.
"Coming, coming." The old woman's face appeared, framed by her snowy hair and crowned by her velvety antlers. "Hello, Ms Bethen," Catt said. "I brought you the rent." "Ms Zago! Please come in dearie! Take some tea with me." Catt entered, and gave Ms Bethen the coins for this week. There was a round slate t... |
