The house cleaner had told me that Lisa was coming down to see that me and it had me worried a bit. Why would Lisa be here if Max was the calling me to come and get him? Somewhere inside my head, I knew that something was not right.
After nearly thirty minutes Lisa was walking down the steps, not looking quite like herself. The smile on her face seemed fake and she was not pulling one of her glorious act.
“Good afternoon Beatrice, I can call you Beatrice right?”
“Yes you may. I’m looking for Mr Richfield”
“Well I’m his wife so you can transfer the message to me”
“No, I would like to speak to him and him alone”
I said it so straightforward and blank that the look on Lisa’s face quickly changed to being irritated.
“Well unfortunately Max my husband won’t be available”
“But he—“
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