Fallen

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“That’s what you think.” Anne thought for a minute. “How long will we have?”

“Until we get the go signal?” I asked. “Call it about a twenty percent chance for the next hour, forty percent for one to two hours, twenty percent for later, and twenty for never.”

“So that’s a forty percent chance of being stuck here all night.”

I leant in and kissed the side of Anne’s head. “Come on. Are we really going to come this far, then turn around and leave?”

Anne sighed. “I suppose not.”

We crossed the street and walked up the steps to the house. It was on the large side for a terrace, with bay windows. Anne rang the bell and as we stood waiting, we heard footsteps approaching from the other side.

The door swung open, light and noise spilling out into the summer evening. From down the hallway I could hear the sound of chatter and raised voices. The woman who’d opened the door was in her fifties with greying hair, and wore an evening dress and a pearl necklace. “Oh good, you’re here. We were starting to think you wouldn’t make it. Alex, wasn’t it? Do come in. Anne, the coats are going in the hall.”

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