When I got Home Charlie was already sitting on the couch watching the TV. I went through to the kitchen, dumped my bag and poured myself a glass of water.
“You’re Home early,” I called through to him.
“Yeah,” he called back. “I needed to talk to you.”
Glass in hand; I walked into the living-room. Leaning against the door frame I took a sip of water.
Charlie turned the TV off and turned to look up at me.
“I think Du should sit down,” Charlie said, pointing at the sessel that sat across from me. I was confused and panicky as I sat down. What did Charlie need to tell me that was...
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