[MaC] Mingling at the Party: Braham & Marjorie

[Tara Kunkel]

>Lucky for Braham Marjorie seemed to possess a resilient sense of
>self.  She smiled at Braham as he introduced himself.  "We haven't
>met, but I know who you are, Mr. Davis.  I'm your post woman!" she
>explained cheerfully.  "You live in flat eleven, you're from the
>States, and you don't get out much.  I... get out a lot.  Mind if
>we sit down?"  She looked over at a couch.  "I'm 'fraid my feet
>are all worn out tonight."

Braham's eyes mirrored her cheerfulness. "By all means," he said gesturing 
for her to lead the way.

"You're wrong you know," he said once they were seated. "I do get out. I 
just always try to be here whenever you are." His voice said teasingly. 
There was no hint of maliciousness in Braham. "Or I suppose it could just 
seem that way. I tend to only head out during the height of the day when I 
can clearly see where I am going. Not knowing the area very well has put me 
at a distinct disadvantage. Because of that I am probably tucked away 
safely in my flat when you leave in the morning and when you arrive home in 
the evening without any good excuse to stop down for a visit."