An Unholy Sunday Afternoon (5 O'Clock)

( A lengthy short story I'm writing. I don't know how many more parts there will be, but they aren't very long in section, so please come and check them out!
5 O’Clock

It was a Sunday, and that meant the ladies were coming over.

She nudged the door open with her knee. Keys dangled from her teeth, and various outer-wear lay strewn across the floor. She would pick it up when the milk was in the fridge, it was determined. The hallway to her apartment was pale, but somehow pleasant. The light pink frills that accented the generally peach walls gave it a little extra. That was all Sophie needed, just a little extra.

She dragged what she was carrying inside, dropping everything to race the milk to the fridge. It had been too long. What, with the train, with her mother… No, it was Sunday. The most worrying of thoughts would be which wine she preferred, surely not her over-bearing mother. The fridge slammed satisfyingly, leaving Sophie in the silence of her apartment.

No one. She was alone there, and she didn’t have any reason to believe it would change. Perhaps her mother was right, it was time to-

The elevator dinged, and she remembered her clothes in the hallway, feeling embarrassed. She gathered her things as the person got out, but she quickly shut her door so she could deal with the mess in privacy. That was one thing she did like, privacy. No judgement. Who cared if she picked up her jackets an hour after she brought them inside? As long as they were on the rack when guests walked inside, it was Sophie’s secret.

Her apartment had one bedroom, a spacious living room, a small kitchen, and a bathroom in the bedroom. It was suitable, affordable. She could afford more, and she would be fine with less space also, but it seemed that this way her money was steady. Everything was steady, except maybe the left chair in the kitchen. She could have had it repaired easily; she could buy a whole new set of chairs if she wished, but in all of this she found peace, even in discomfort.

She sat in the rackety chair and rocked back and forth. The hour passed by quickly, Sophie only rocked on her chair and waited for her guests to start coming, when she would have to actually clean up.