Pondering

Martha Hudson sat down with a nice cup of tea to ponder the two men who had just left.

They both seemed fine, upright gentlemen, polite enough, and had agreed to her terms readily. One, an injured doctor just returned from Afghanistan, and the other – well, she wasn't quite sure what to make of him. He'd asked questions about tobacco, chemicals, and violin music, and had begged permission to use the sitting room to "meet with clients", as he'd put it. She'd wondered, but he seemed all right.

She felt certain that her late husband would approve her choice in lodgers. He'd never have wanted her rattling around in this empty house all alone with only her own thoughts for company. Yes, she was sure she'd made a good choice.

But all the same, she had a niggling feeling there was more to those two than initially met the eye.