i wonder if anything will happen to me today, vera mused.
should i get up and go into the kitchenette and make myself another cup of coffee, or should i pick the remote up off the table beside me and turn on the television and watch the news?
something important might have happened that i should know about.
but what could be that important?
i do not hear people shouting in the street outside.
but then again, i am here on the fifteenth floor and if people were shouting in the street it would have to be awfully loud for me to hear it.
so i guess i will get up and make another cup of coffee, even though the one i just drank was not all that great.
suddenly the doorbell rang.
who could that be? vera wondered. nobody ever comes to see me, and i do not remember ordering anything.
maybe i ordered something months ago, and forgot all about it and now here it is.
the bell rang again, but not as loudly, as if whoever was ringing was not very insistent,
but when vera got up and opened the door she did not immediately see anybody.
nor was there a package on the floor.
then she looked up and saw a woman in s long coat walking down the corridor, apparently headed for the elevators around the corner.
excuse me, vera called to the woman, but the woman did not seem to hear her and disappeared around the corner.
vera did not want to follow her, because she did not have her shoes on.
she thought, if i go back and put my shoes on, by the time i get to the elevator she will be gone.
i wonder what that was all about.
i wonder if it qualified as something happening.
vera went back inside her apartment.
she made herself another cup of coffee.
then she sat back down on the sofa and picked up the remote and turned on the tv.
“the view” was on. whoopi goldbetg and sunny hostin were going on about something, but as vera had not heard the start of the conversation, she could not make out what it was.
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