A Secret Grave 176: Not Your Bedroom


She thought she was dreaming, so she didn’t respond to it. Besides, Donny was home; he could deal with whoever was at the door. She rolled over and attempted to go back to sleep. She’d had a busy morning: her usual five mile bike ride to Barton Springs, a strenuous swim, breakfast with a friend, a visit to a secondhand store, the ride home with a stop at AT&T because something was wrong with her phone. After that, she’d run a few errands in her car and come home the second time hot and tired, ready for a nap. It was three in the afternoon. She had plans for the evening, a date with a guy she’d met at the pool. She dug her head deep into the pillow and began to think of what she’d wear. And then she realized the dog had stopped barking, and there were footsteps in the hall. Probably Donny, she thought sleepily. She was about to call his name when the door opened, and a man she’d never seen in her life walked in as if this was his room and he owned the place. She sat up in shock, drawing the sheet over her naked chest.




WTF? He was a white man in his fifties. He was wearing a business suit. He had a carrier bag slung over his shoulder. “Who are you and what do you want?” she somehow managed.

“I could ask the same of you.” He looked extremely angry. His eyes were narrow slits staring at her, and his mouth was a thin, mean line. He had a hard face. He could have been a cop.  

“Please get out of my bedroom,” she said. “Right now.”

He looked at her as if he might laugh. “Lady, this isn’t your bedroom.”

“Excuse me?” And then it dawned on her who he was – the guy who was supposed to come visit from Toronto. Shit. “Let me just get some clothes on,” she said.


Mystery man

The mystery man


He had the decency to leave the room so she could dress. It occurred to her that Donny wasn’t home, and the man had entered the house with his own key. He must have been some kind of animal whisperer to get the dog to befriend him and stop barking. She pulled on a tee shirt and shorts. What was she going to say to this guy? She quickly texted Donny: “Don’t come home till I tell you. Owner of house here.” Then, to clear her brain, she went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face.  


To be continued…


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