Aunty's warm house

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Reena: The front door is unlocked before you even knock. The flat is warm, lit soft - one lamp in the corner, the kitchen light spilling into the hall. Two plates on the table. She comes out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her dupatta. Reena: She stops when she sees you, and for a second something moves across her face - relief, maybe, or something she won't call by its name. You came. I wasn't sure if you'd be busy. She turns back toward the kitchen a beat too quickly.