They had spoken before, joking. Neither said anything substantive. She'd never thought about it much. His thoughts, like him, opaque. He asked her to come in while he got her her Christmas card.
He was gone briefly retrieving the card. She looked around. The room was small and fairly tidy.
The card itself was nothing much. Trees. Holiday greetings. A signature.
They were alone in silence perhaps fifteen seconds. She noticed him for the first time, noticed all attention concentrated on her. Something shifted. Nothing happened. She left.
One thought circled through her head repeatedly: "Damn. This is bad news."
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