Audiobook - We Are All Made of Glue - Comedy
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I rang the bell. There was a long silence, then footsteps. Then Mrs Shapiro appeared at the door. She was wearing full makeup and a rather stylish striped jersey with brown slacks and a different pair of high heeled shoes. These were snakeskin with peep toes and slingbacks. A couple of sizes too large. Her left wrist was still strapped up and in the other hand, she was holding a cigarette, Georgina, my darling, she grabbed me in her arms, the cigarette waving dangerously close to my hair. Come in, come in. I have a visitor. I followed her through the chilly hall to the kitchen where the fan heater was on at full blast and a kettle was steaming away on the gas stove. There was the usual smell of cat **** and decay and above it all, a new smell. Musky and potent of perfumed aftershave. A man was sitting at the kitchen table, he rose to his feet and turned to greet me as I came in. He rose and rose. He must have been well over six ft tall and heavily built like a slightly gone to seed rugby player. And then our eyes met a flash of mutual recognition passed between us. And in that moment, we made an unspoken pact to forget that we had ever met before. Nikki said, Mrs Shapiro, fluttering her derelict eyelashes at him. This is my dear friend Georgina. She turned to me, this is my new friend, Mr Nikki Wolf. She obviously didn't recognize him at all. Pleased to make your acquaintance. He gripped my hand, his palm was moist and meaty and pumped it up and down. Hello, Mr Wolf. I don't automatically think of sex when I meet a man, but I did with him. I thought it would be quick, painful and humiliating. There was that look in his eyes. Call me Nick, please. Hello, Nick. You must be from the estate agents. Got it in one. How did you guess Mrs? I usually addressed her formally but I had to impress on him that we were close. Naomi showed me your card. She said you had made an offer for her house an offer. I hope she won't be able to refuse. He leered at her Georgina, darling. Will you have a drink? Mrs Shapiro's cheeks were flushed beneath the two little circles of rouge. A cup of tea would be nice. The kettle was still hissing away, filling the kitchen with steam. Then I saw that on the table amidst all the Clutter were a sherry bottle and two glasses. His full hers empty. I have only crowded tea from herbs. That's fine. That I not have a little aperitif. It's a bit early for me, Naomi. I loaded my voice with the approach. It's not yet. 10:00. Is it so early? She looked around with wide scandalized eyes and giggled. You are a very naughty man, Mr Nick. He chuckled. A rapist chuckle.