Peggy pushed the door open slowly, stepping across the threshold softly. She was still unsure about the room mate situation. At first Peggy had felt as if she were doing the woman a favor, but it was starting to wear on her a little bit. The woman was much more primitive in thinking and action than even she was in this modern society.
"Siggy?" Peggy called softly. She set her keys into a small bowl by the door and hung her purse on a hook. In her hand she held a small bag, a gift for the woman she lived with. Something small and edible, a tidbit she had picked up in a bakery down the way.
The television was on in the living area. It wasn't a wonder the woman didn't respond. It was loud. And scary sounding.
Slowly she approached the living room, eyeing the television before her attention went to the woman on the couch. The look on her face was amusing, and strange. Peggy was not familiar with this program. "Siggy?"