A Late Night Visitor

Amelia was unable to sleep so she wandered down to the kitchen for some tea. She could fire up her computer and get work done, but she wasn't in the mood.

Instead, she wandered around the first floor, tea in her hand. Just as she reached the front door the bell rang. She jumped enough that she almost spilled her tea. It was after midnight. Who would be at the front door?

She knew there were people to answer it, but she felt silly waiting for them when she was perfectly capable of opening the door herself.

She opened it to a woman dressed in a trench coat. It wasn't cold enough for one so Amelia looked at her puzzled. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Tara."

"Okay."

"Who are you?"

The woman looked down her long nose at Amelia who wasn't ready to share her name with this stranger.

"Are you looking for someone?"

"Not you."

Amelia could have guessed that. Tara breezed into the house and Amelia wished for one of those servants to appear. She had no idea who Tara was and why the woman was wearing a