He shuffled nervously before the door, contemplating knocking or just leaving the package on the doorstep. He had seen war and destruction. He was a soldier. But standing here, about to apologize for a man's death had him more jittery than his first day in battle.
Finally, he knocked. After a few tense moments, he heard a shuffling behind the door. It opened only a crack.
"Can I help you, sir?" a quiet voice asked.
"I believe so, yes mam... are you Mrs. Chyng?" he asked.
"Yes." she replied hesitantly, "I don't want any trouble."
"It's no trouble. I knew your husband."
She stared at him in shock. "My husband? But you're...."
"I know. I'm the enemy. That doesn't matter. Your husband saved my life. As he was dying he asked me to bring you this package; and I said I would."
An "Oh."escaped her lips in a quiet gasp. A moment later she asked, "Would you like to come in for some tea?"
He smiled. "Thank you. I would like that."
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