First Fight

Angela had just finished her meal when she heard a knock at the door. The woman had disclaimed her wheelchair. She propelled her unsteady legs towards the door and opened it. A tiny plump woman grinned brightly at her. The woman looked to be in his late fifties. She had a kind face and friendly smile. But her downturned brown eyes had a hint of authority in them.

"Are you Mrs. King? I am Martha," saying that the woman brushed past her and into the house without seeking permission. Angela stared after her in confusion. The woman turned towards her.

"I am the housekeeper. Mr. King had called me and told me about your arrival. I am here to serve you," the woman explained. Her voice was a little croaky as if she was having a soar throat.

"Glad to have you here, Martha. I must say you have done an excellent job looking after the house," Angela appreciated her efforts. The woman's grin broadened.

" I try," Martha replied while appraising Angela with a hint of appreciation.

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