by Mary Edward
HE SAID he would be back next day. Deborah closed the door behind the man, returned to the kitchen and poured a gin and tonic. She took ice from the fridge and sat down at the table with the drink in front of her. Her hand shook as she lifted the heavy glass. Tonic or something must have been spilled because the glass made a wet ring on the pine surface. She thought she should fetch a cloth and wipe it before it did any damage, but she didn’t have the will.