Laundry

 I knew who they were as I watched them come up the path and ring the doorbell. Horrors! She had a notebook and a fussy little pencil. He was holding a leaking bag of doughnuts.

 Both were smiling jauntily. They sat down. Alec began on a doughnut.

 "We want a sequel."

 "I'm not writing one."

 "We deserve further development. Like in Jane Austen."

"Sorry. Had enough of you."

 I looked at Alec. Sleazy. At Laura . Conceited. As the cliche goes, I had created monsters.

 "All right. I'll compromise. A hundred words and no more."

  They looked dubious. I felt smug.