A Knock on the Door
There was a knock on the door. It was a too early for Claire to be home and even if it was her, it was unlike her to forget her key. So even though she had no idea who it could be, Lori was more than a little surprised to see a good looking young man at the door. He was about Claire’s age, 19 or 20 and looked familiar, but more important than that, he looked upset. “Um, can I help you?” Lori said as she opened the door. He looked over his shoulder, almost paranoid. “Hi Miss Reynolds. I don’t know if you remember me, I cleaned your gutters last fall. Andy, Andy Parks.” he introduced himself. “Of course. Andy” She was being polite, as she had no clear recollection of him. “What …