She keeps a tidy house, and only asks than her tenants do the same.
It’s not that Alfred is untidy, but when he goes into the basement, anything can happen.
He’s been down there for hours now. That’s never a good thing.
Her eyes shift to the bell. She goes into the kitchen to get the kettle on, instead.
She is always looking for trouble as far as Alfred Lackluster is concerned, but it never amounts to more than powder burns on the wallpaper.
I really shouldn’t be so hard on the boy. He really does try his best.
Just as she settles into the sitting room with her tea, a loud bang comes from below.
She runs to the window and sees bricks scattering into the street. Her hand is instantly on the bell.
The messenger appears at the door.
“Get me the police,” she said. “I have the worst tenants in the city!”
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