“Open up!”
“Who’s there?”
“Open up, or I break down the door.”
“Just a second, I’m coming.
Can I help you?”
“I don’t need your help.
Why did you let me wait?”
“I was in bed. It’s late.
What can I do for you?”
“You can do nothing for me.
You’re a scumbag! Give me something
to drink.”
“Orange juice?”
“You’re mocking me.
Get out of my way. Who else is here?”
“My husband and children. They’re upstairs.
Would you like me to order a cab?
I’m on my way back to bed.”
“You’re not going anywhere, lady.”
“Are you hurt?
Tell me.
I want to help you.”
He turned around, and
left the door open.
