“What? Visitors at this hour? This will never do?” Henrietta said looking through the lace curtains at the car in her drive.
A couple of young men wearing dark suits with nametags stepped from the vehicle. The passenger reached into the car to retrieve a book and some papers.
The pair rang the bell and waited with angelic, smiling faces.
“Maybe, this will be more pleasant than I thought,” she said licking her lips and winking at her familiar.