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pushed the drawer back in place as if he would be forgiven any
trespass but this one.
The door opened and an attractive young woman entered
the apartment, carrying a bag of groceries. She closed the door
behind her and stepped into the kitchen.
“Hi,” Harry said, in a feeble attempt to extricate himself.
The young woman dropped the bag of groceries. A plastic
bottle of tomato sauce burst open, and its contents spewed
out of the bag onto the floor. It might as well be blood, Harry
thought, as the young woman dug in her purse and removed
a spray can.
“Wait!” Harry said. “Please, wait.”
The woman aimed the spray can in his direction.
“I’m not a thief. Please. Don’t spray that thing at me,” he
said, covering his face with his hands.
“Wh…what…what are you doing here? How did you get
in?”
“Please,” he said. “I used to live here…”
“How did you get in?” she demanded.
“The living room window,” he said, catching his breath as
he realized the woman was not about to pepper spray him.
“It was open. I used to live here. Sometimes I would climb
in that way when I was a kid. I’m sorry. Please. I don’t know
what came over me. I needed to come back. You can call the
police. I’ll understand. Just don’t spray me.”
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