Margaret Strolls In
Margaret waltzed into the living room, tea cup in hand, surveying her so-called kingdom. ‘I think some new curtains could really brighten up this space,’ she remarked.
Her air of ownership never failed to amuse me. She seemed oblivious to the little secret about the house’s true owner.
Watching her play the queen of the castle made things even more entertaining. It’s moments like these that made me almost enjoy the charade.