His hand reaches for the handle. The backdoor is unlocked. He smiles and enters the house, gently easing the door shut behind. He tiptoes through the kitchen and then the dining room and into the hallway.
He stops and listens.
She's in the lounge.
He opens the door, just a fraction, enough to slip through. He sees her. She's sitting in a chair. Her eyes are closed, her breathing gentle.
He's almost upon her. She still hasn't heard him. He reaches out his hands and then ... she grabs him.
"Ah, Mom," he laughs, "How'd you know I was here?"
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