The music had turned itself down as soon as she knocked, and excited at the prospect of someone--anyone to talk to, Iris turned herself right side up and slid off the couch. She couldn't think of anyone who would just come over unannounced. Half her friends were afraid of her Da so they generally owled for permission before coming over. She looked through the peep hole curiously and saw an unfamiliar dark-haired lady.
She opened the door carefully, running her fingers through her hair just in case it was mussed from her hanging upside down. The wireless had turned the music up a little bit more after the door was open, but not to the previous level (thank goodness). "Can I help you?" she asked curiously, trying to figure out if this was some sort of door to door saleswoman or something.
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