She Was Reading When Her Friend Knocked on the Door
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She Was Reading When Her Friend Knocked on the Door
I am Mia. Last Sunday afternoon I was reading a novel in my bedroom. Rain was tapping on the window, and the house was quiet.
My cat was sleeping on the chair while I was turning pages slowly. I was enjoying the story when a loud knock came from the front door. Mom was gardening in the back yard and did not hear it.
I was putting a bookmark in the book when I went downstairs. My friend Sara was standing on the step with a wet umbrella. She was smiling and holding two tickets in her hand.
Sara was saying the cinema was showing a new comedy when I opened the door wide. I was asking about the time while she was shaking water from her coat. The film was starting at four o'clock.
