“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?” -- from Annis
The door opens. The man greeting her's hands brisk quickly behind his back. His shirt must be loose. "MECK?" Agape, unsteady, he presses himself against the wallpaprer to let her entry into narrow hallway.
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"Meck," The man leads them to Michael, who lifts his head from the problem on the floor, a rustier red patch spread across the terracotta tiles, to Annis.
His eyes flit between the man and Annis (Annis for the pleasure of looking) like two flat pebbles, then back at the stain. "Is that a real ring?" He asks it.











