Pleasantly Unexpected by Kilted Wookie The doorbell rang. As Carl walked through the house he steeled himself, getting ready to tell the poor, hapless door-to-door salesman, in the most graphic of terms, just where, precisely, he could stick his double-glazing or conservatory. He was, therefore, pleasantly surprised to find Sarah standing on his doorstep. “Is this a bad time?” she asked, smiling sweetly. “No. No. Not at all, I just wasn’t expecting it to be you at the door.” “Well then, are you going to invite me in?” Sarah teased. “Um, sorry, of course … come in,” Carl replied, making appropriate welcoming gestures. “I hope you don’t mind,” Sarah said in a rush as Carl closed the door behind them, “it’s just I’m picking my husband up from the airport in about an hour and a half and I thought, since your place is on the way …” Carl kissed her. “Of course I don’t mind,” he said, “you know you’re always welcome.” “Well, that’s a relief. I’d have hated to have imposed
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