On Saturday, Ethel was washing her clothes at the backyard of her two room official residence when she heard a knock on her door at about quarter to seven in the evening and hastened to receive her visitor. To her surprise and the sudden scornful look on her face, it turned out to be Kendo. She had thought it would be Ben
“Good evening Ethel. Oh! You’re washing clothes, I thought I have an appointment with you this evening?”
“And what does that mean?”
“All right, you win. Won’t you let me in?”
“If you feel like. Come in, mosquitoes are entering, you won’t take me to hospital if I become sick.”
“Thank you.” Kendo walked into her little sitting room and sat down on an armchair. ‘You really did wonders with your interior decoration.” He praised, craning his trained eyes in all the corner
