The buzzer must have sounded and I d not heard it. There is no secret, now, about what lies behind the door. Then, amazingly, I am up on my feet and moving toward the door. Same as Mickey had done, I pause to glance back. The man and woman are leaning forward in their chairs, watching.
Memory floods in.
A whispering hiss tells me the door has opened. The man and woman are leaving through the other door, the man s arm is around his wife s waist.