michele

He stood outside the front door, anticipating the moment when he would have his say. He had rung the bell, knocked on the door, waved to the person crouched behind the chair. To no avail. He still waited. He had learned that there were times when you needed patience, and times when you needed to act. This was too important to walk away. Perseverance wins the day. He banged on the door again. “Avon calling.”