Going Through the First Door

‘What’s going on?’ ‘I don’t know. I just got here myself.’ ‘Look at that?’ ‘At what? There’s nothing there.’ ‘Exactly.’ ‘I don’t understand.’ ‘This must be fiction.’ ‘What?’ ‘The author hasn’t described the scene yet, has he?’ ‘Oh, no. I suppose not,’ he said. ‘How do you know the author is male?’ ‘It’s obvious,’ Jenny…