Ruth knew that Emma was travelling, but she certainly had not expected to have Emma show up on her doorstep.
“Emma! What a lovely —“ Before Ruth could finish, Emma pushed in, closed the door, locked it, and shot the bolt. “Heavens, Emma, what’s going on?”
“You have to hide me. No one will think to look for me here. Could we close the curtains?” Emma began pulling the drapes together and checking the locks on the other doors.
“Look, Emma, you know you’re always welcome here, but I have to tell you something: I DON'T HAVE ANY MARS BARS.”
“Emma! What a lovely —“ Before Ruth could finish, Emma pushed in, closed the door, locked it, and shot the bolt. “Heavens, Emma, what’s going on?”
“You have to hide me. No one will think to look for me here. Could we close the curtains?” Emma began pulling the drapes together and checking the locks on the other doors.
“Look, Emma, you know you’re always welcome here, but I have to tell you something: I DON'T HAVE ANY MARS BARS.”
