The Visit

“I know what you want,” said Adrian.

“Do you?”

“Yes, Jane. You know that I know why you are here.”

“Come on ‘ guess!” she teased.

“I don’t have to; I know exactly why you are here.”

“Tell me then!” she snapped impatiently.

Adrian looked smug.

“You are here,” he said deliberately, “to shoot me.”

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel

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