“I’m so sorry,” said my mother, as Mrs. Norton opened her front door. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were at home.”
Mrs. Norton was wearing a dressing gown. She smiled and winced at us in the morning sunlight.
“I’m so sorry to disturb you. You see, I thought you worked during the week.”
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