C189 Not a coincidence

After all three of us had eaten together. There was only one person in the house. It was a middle-aged woman who was slightly chubby, had a short stature and fair skin. Her eyes shone shrewdly. He kept looking at me. It was like looking at an object. I sat on the stool, uncomfortable and grimacing.

"How can you laugh like that!" "No," she said.

"What's wrong?" I couldn't help but ask