Vernon had his tongue out when the girl’s reflection sidled in at the seventh floor. He reeled it in politely enough, but he was fairly miffed. He’d been waiting all morning for a squint at his potentially engorged tonsils.
After nine floors of cloying silence, the doors slid open at neither of their stops to reveal precisely no-one.
‘Wonder what happened to them!’ said Vernon. It seemed the appropriate thing to say. The girl didn’t laugh. Vernon couldn’t much blame her.
‘Well, she’s there, isn’t she,’ said the girl, flatly, nodding into the emptiest corner. Vernon laughed, considerably too loudly.
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The girl looked at him as if his tonsils were the most attractive part of him. The doors started to close. ‘Hold the doors,’ she said to him. ‘Aren’t you going to let her out? Don’t you have any manners?’
Vernon pressed the button to open the doors again. He was beginning to realise that the girl might be dangerous and he’d better do as she said.
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