“Mrs. Fuller, I didn’t expect to see you!” Adam stood, in khakis and a shirt and sweater, at the doorway of the Fuller house, expecting to see Sarah, his girlfriend. She lived with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fuller, while she waited to hear back from various jobs she’d applied to since graduating from college.
“Hello Adam! Come in, come in,” Mrs. Fuller said. She wore a cornflower blue blouse and white pants, and althought her blonde hair was beginning to go grey, Adam found her a very attractive woman. Most of Sarah’s beauty came from her mother.
Adam entered and followed Mrs. Fuller to the living room. “I suppose you’re looking for Sarah, of course. She should be back soon, she’s out somewhere. Can I offer you a tea in the meantime?”
“Yes, please,” Adam said, “that would be lovely. Thank you.”
As Mrs. Fuller went to the kitchen, Adam surveyed the photographs on the mantle above the fireplace. He saw pictures of Fuller family trips, Sarah growing from a child to her age. In many of them Adam saw the stern, mustachioed face of Mr. Fuller, a serious man whom Adam had only met a few times. Adam wasn’t too sure Mr. Fuller liked him.