Suspicious, I followed him inside. Dorothy was grinning as she sat in her recliner. I’m actually grinning. It had been months since I last saw her smile like that.
“This is Michael,” she stated proudly. “He’s my new assistant. Yesterday, I terminated the agency. After putting the items down, Michael began to unpack them. He was fully aware of where everything went.
He remarked, “Miss Dorothy prefers the crackers on the second shelf.” “And her tea bags in the stovetop canister.”
I turned to face Dorothy. “You dismissed the organization? Is your family aware? Her smile dimmed a bit. “I don’t have to tell my family everything I do. Even though they tried their hardest to arrange my funeral, I’m still alive.
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