bedroom door.
"Yes?"
The Old Landlady pokes her head in the
door, "Do you like Shepherd's Pie?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll make it for our dinner." The
Old Landlady glances at the photo of the
Van Guy on Trinket's bed, "Who is he?"
"The guy that just gave me the box."
"I know that, but who is he?"
"I don't know."
"Why would you have a picture of a man
that you do not know on your bed?"
"It's part of a game. A computer game."
"You're sure this isn't a sex thing?
"It isn't."
"It isn't that I'm against sex. I just don't
want a lot of commotion in the house.
Commotion upsets me and then
there goes my blood pressure."
Trinket assures her, "Don't worry.
It is not a sex thing."
"Yes?"
The Old Landlady pokes her head in the
door, "Do you like Shepherd's Pie?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll make it for our dinner." The
Old Landlady glances at the photo of the
Van Guy on Trinket's bed, "Who is he?"
"The guy that just gave me the box."
"I know that, but who is he?"
"I don't know."
"Why would you have a picture of a man
that you do not know on your bed?"
"It's part of a game. A computer game."
"You're sure this isn't a sex thing?
"It isn't."
"It isn't that I'm against sex. I just don't
want a lot of commotion in the house.
Commotion upsets me and then
there goes my blood pressure."
Trinket assures her, "Don't worry.
It is not a sex thing."
The Old Landlady points to the
photo of the dark empty field,
"What's that?"
Trinket answers, "It's a field near
the town where I grew up."