Please. I can’t face anyone just now. I don’t feel like seeing anyone.’ ‘But I’ve got some of your things from the office, Megan. Please, open the door. Come on, please.’ ‘I don’t feel well. I don’t want to see you, okay?’ ‘I’m afraid not. Decidedly not. I must see you.’ ‘Leave the stuff outside. I’ll get it later.’ Silence for a bit. Had Felix gone? I lay there, my mouth dry and foul from the wine I’d drunk last night and feeling as though my head was being slowly squeezed in a nutcracker. What was Felix doing here? Didn’t he have better things to do with his time? What was the time? I glanced at my watch and saw that it was almost four. Couldn’t be four in the morning so must be four in the afternoon. As near as I could calculate, I’d been out for the count for about nine hours. I heard him speaking again. Trying a different tack this time. Not so strict but softer and more sympathetic than usual. ‘Dear Megan, please open the door. I’m not going away, you know.
