Theodor has been waiting for almost thirty minutes in Mrs. Peterson’s living room. He stretched his neck to peek at her room, wondering why she was taking too long.
He wanted to go check on her to see what is keeping her, but he sat back, assuring himself that she will come out soon. But after few more minutes were gone and she wasn’t yet out, he fidgeted in his seat, feeling himself getting increasingly worried.
It’s not supposed to take this long to get a simple letter, he thought.
The silence in the room was deafening and Theodor suddenly got this feeling that something had gone down wrong.
“Mrs. Peterson?” He called out, eyeing the door, expecting it to burst open any second, but it didn’t.
Getting up, he sauntered towards the door and knocked. “Mrs. Peterson?”
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