Tied

I opened the door to let her in. “You silly old poohead,” she giggled, “wasting all your time fixing up this old house. Don’t you think you could put your time to better use ?” “Oh I don’t know,” I answered, “I suppose I could think of a few things to while away the time if I didn’t have to do this,” and smiled sidelong at her. Laughing, Gemma punched me in the arm playfully and bounced into the front room, throwing herself into an armchair. I reached for a can of Coke and then sat down in another chair beside hers. ...