The Landlord's Face

I dropped the pump and was down the ladder so fast I almost fell into the flat below. As soon as the door opened, I became aware of how uncomfortably warm flat one was. The air was thick and dry and made my throat feel a bit scratchy. Arthur Nolan continued to ignore my presence and walked over to an old armchair in the centre of the room. As he did so, he started to unbutton his denim shirt. More so than anything else that had happened, that was the thing that finally stopped me in confusion. He didn't seem to be saying it to me. At one point he shook his head and mumbled something about hoping it wouldn't get