I’ll be back soon,’ said my partner Arie, then 43, as he went out to fetch dinner. While waiting, I settled on the lounge with my book.
I’d just moved into Arie’s new rental, a dilapidated 100-year-old country house.
Suddenly, a grey-haired woman of about 70, wearing an old-fashioned black dress, appeared in the doorway.
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