She wore a white robe tied at the waist and recognising me, grinned her wide, toothy grin and hurried to the door.Returning to the door, I was greeted...by Barbara with her characteristically cheery, 'Hello, Ryan.'She was leaning on the door, and although the lines on her face and shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair gave away that she was in her early-forties, her figure was deceptively lithe, attesting her gym work. Her eyes were a deep blue-grey and the robe hung tantalisingly off her average,. Anyway, we need new bathing suits if we are going to a beach party, and that necessitates a road trip to the mall. Chloe is the only one with a driver's license so we will get to ride in the most decrepit vehicle on the road, one that her father drove to work for fifteen years before he gave it to her, and she says that he bought it used when he first got it. It is old, it has rust all over it, and the seats have big wear spots, but it is a car and it does run. It's just a little embarrassing. To reiterate, little by little, I got over my apprehensiveness and began to take her up on her offers to watch TV with her while in the nude or just join her for afternoon "chats" if she happened to be home. In time, the bathroom became another place for us to sit and visit, especially on those days when I opted to take a bath instead of a shower. On the afternoons when she happened to be home, she seldom failed to come around and ask me "Bath or shower?" And if I replied with "Bath" she began. I frowned then looked up at the arrival.“You’re Fiona?” I asked.She nodded. “Right!”“I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting any viewings today.”“It should be in the book. He told me he’d put it in.”“Who told you?”“Don’t know her name. An older woman; chubby, short hair, lots of beads, sour face.”I smiled inwardly. She was describing the owner’s wife perfectly.“Let me see.”I looked in the large appointment diary open on the desk. Sure enough, there in pencil was a note:’12:00 - 25 Manor Road - x5 – Fiona.