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It was approaching nine. The shops would be open in a few minutes. I placed my mug on the table beside the teapot and went upstairs to the bedroom. I took off the warm clothes that had been so kind to me during the night and slipped in to a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.  This was not by choice. Flip-flops have style limitations - they look awful with trousers. Shorts and a T-shirt were my only option.

I took the camera from the tripod and went to the front door. There, I stopped. I was going outside. He could be out there and I didn’t know what he looked like. I went back upstairs and checked the street from the window. It had stopped raining. There was a ginger cat in the middle of the road – alive unfortunately - and an elderly woman outside number ten. Unless he was a master of disguise, it was safe to go out. I left the house and closed the door.

“Hello.”

I flinched, and a short, high-pitched noise escaped from my throat. I turned to see Cat-woman at my gate. She was smiling and looking much fresher and fitter than me.

“Hello,” I said, trying to smile back.

“Are you OK?” she said, clearly concerned by my fashionably ashen complexion.

“Yes, you gave me a fright, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right. It’s just me.”

I walked to the gate and looked at her properly for the first time. She had a face that I needed. It was friendly and it echoed her earlier words of concern. I liked my new neighbour. Then she noticed the camera in my hand.

“Did you get your pictures?”

I didn’t want to alarm her. She held my gaze while I decided on my answer. Was it time to tell the truth?