“What is the meaning of this!,, The scarlet-haired woman hollered as she slammed open the door, the door banged into the wall. Solance lazily lifted her eyes from her book of home economics, only to estimate if the wall had been damaged. Finding she couldn’t estimate the damage without a closer look, she turned back to her book. “Whatever do you mean Margaret?,, Solance asked innocently while she scribbled down some notes. “You know exactly what I mean young lady!,, the woman’s voice sounded strained. Solance glanced up at the woman, she did well in hiding her amusement. She knew taking the mansion off the market would enrage Margaret, but to think the woman would come running just a few hours after, that did surprise her. Margaret was red in the face, her high designer dress was a screw.
