'They should be in anytime', Sandy yelled from the living room, dragging herself from the couch.
It was around 5:00 pm and Sandy had returned from her office a while back.
The appartment was real clean as if we had moved in today. I could smell the White Zodiac from Flower Gram, mauve and white flowers over the glass table complemented the black leather couch and the green rug. Sandy was great at mixing colors, an amateur interior decorater at heart. The cream-white glass stools had a lilac touch, matching the strips on the fan.

I and Sandy had stayed together off the Wellington Road, near the Lords Cricket Ground for the last 4 years. Once every month the artist in Sandy expressed. 'Its lovely'.. .while I put my coat and umbrella in the closet, 'why isn't this way every day,' I mumbled.

'Annie, is at the Queen Mary's Garden. Harri, had called from Middlesex Hospital.'

Harry, Harris in its Indian form- is supposed be here, Annie, aka Anita has been invited too by Sandy. Harrie and I have been to the same school, Annie and Sandy were roomates throughout their college days. Sandy and I, were friends, quite good friends sharing perfectly frank, prefectly kindly, perfectly unsexual comradeship.

I was franticly checking the refrigrator and the kitchen, 'Do we have everything ready for dinner,' I asked in genuine wonder, though should have been very much sure ,'they ought to be.'
'Come sit beside me, everything is perfect!, We can watch the movie till they come, ' Sandy signaled with her sweet, soft and shapely hand. The tension of the moment didn't engulf me that much that I couldn't notice how beautiful she was, the oriental tan, straight raven hair slightly curly at the ends, thin "duck like" lips, the unshrinking gaze; the maroon tank and black lower accentuated every bit of the atheletic build she had.

The doorball rang, and as if ...WIP..