Madame Aldridge by Janice

“I’ve been expecting you,” said Madame Aldridge. Her small dark eyes glinted in the fading afternoon light. “Please come inside.” Mindful that her visit was unwelcome, Maggie pasted a smile on her face and stepped inside the old house. Heavy stale air impregnated with sweet-smelling incense clashed with the stench of garlic and fried food. She fought the urge to gag.