Greta is late again today. Robbie had been waiting beside the fusebox for an hour now. He waited some more. Then gave up and walked back home.
‘Did you hear about that maid, Greta?’ asked his sister during dinner.
‘No, what?’ he looked up from his plate.
‘Apparently, she has cleaned up the whole mansion and has eloped with some guy.’
‘Eloped! With whom?’ he asked nonchalantly.
‘The boy at the Bakery. She has been stringing along a lot of those no-gooders.’
He gulped his food and continued to look down at his plate.
That was a nasty little shock.