THREE OF US

Three of us got out the lift on the ground floor.
‘Hello,’ I said to the old woman with her old dog and daughter.
‘Hello,’ she said.
She said, ‘oh, hello, how are you?’ to one of the women behind me.
Slow down.
‘Yes, I’m well, yes.’
‘How’s the baby?’
‘Yes, she’s well, yes.’
Listen.
‘How old’s she now?’
‘Eight months, she is, yes.’
‘Eight months? That’s a lovely age.’
Hold the door.
‘Yes, it is, yes.’
‘Bye then.’
‘Yes, okay, bye.’
Three of us left the block.