"It's unlocked, Robert. Let yourself in."
I opened the door and saw that one Mrs Lucent's dining chairs had been tipped over. Setting the bags on the table, I righted the chair.
"Want me to put them away for you, Mrs L?" It wasn't part of the service I offered to anyone else, Mrs Lucent was special, the closest thing I had to family. She always reminded me of my gran, but without the hatred of the Irish and the urge to belt the living daylights out of me at the drop of a hat.
"You don't have to do that, dear." Mrs Lucent joined me as I started to unpack, she placed a 10" chef's knife on the table and took the apples into the kitchen. I noticed spots of blood near the hem of her dress as she turned.
I took the heavy items across to the pantry. "Yes I do. You're my favourite customer, Mrs L, you know that." She giggled like a schoolgirl.
It was a small courtesy and the least I could do after she saved my arse when I almost got fired. A customer having a bad day, filed a complaint about me. If Mrs Lucent hadn't had a word to my boss I don't know where I'd be now. It may be a shitty job, but it paid the bills and until I finished college, I didn't have much choice about it.
"Oh, Robert. You'll be a fine catch for some sweet young thing one day."
"You know you're the only girl for me, Mrs L." We always played this game. It always made Mrs Lucent seem years younger.
"Take care of yourself, dear."
"You too. See you next week." As I left her house I wondered what she'd been up to today. I'd always been curious, especially after the customer who'd complained about me disappeared, but somehow it seemed a little forward to ask Mrs Lucent who she'd been carving up in her bathroom.
It was why I'd long ago given up asking Mrs Lucent to lock her doors. I knew she could take care of herself.
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