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Naomi. Naomi. (Peter)
Naomi sat up. Looked at Peter calling her in. Waved. Walked to him. The kitchen was covered in cooking equipment. Pots boiling on the stove. The oven roasting. Naomi paused. Breathed in deeply.
Can you clean the living room. (Peter)
Naomi read his words on the kitchen screen. She looked confused. The living space was clean.
Please. It has to be perfect. We have a guest. (Peter)
Peter looked flustered.
Who. (Naomi)
I am not sure. (Peter)
Naomi stood with hands on hips.
I really do not know. But I know it is someone important. (Peter)
Naomi looked at him a moment longer. Shrugged. Opened her Skroll. Put a speaker in her ear. Tapped the music icon. Random. She nodded her head. She ran the vacuum over the carpet. She dusted the fireplace. She window sills. She polished the table. In the kitchen Peter cooked. He cleared as he worked. He tossed the salad. He prepared five terrines of Moroccan lamb.
They will be here in ten minutes. (Peter)
The beep interrupted her music. The opened her Skroll. She read his words.
Who. (Naomi)
Peter ignored her.
Pack away the stuff. Wait in the bedroom. (Peter)
Naomi put away her cleaning equipment. She sloped down the stairs. She tried to slam her door. It did not slam. Air cushions. She laughed. She lay back on the bed. She opened her Skroll. No notice about guests.