>>5777284>>5777298>>5777299>>5777305>>5777312>>5777376>>5777393>>5777414>>5777423>>5777671You open the mailbox with your name on it, empty. Eh, it’s late in the afternoon anyways. The postman would only come the next morning.
Still, you moved on from the sidewalk onto the small front lawn. You then ascended up the stairs to the front door. Opening it in a casual manner before closing it and leaving your coat and hat on the coat rack. You then took your briefcase with you further inside. However before you knew it a small middle-aged woman was humming while dusting off your bust of Goethe. She then let out a small noise of surprise.
‘’I am sorry mister van Bloemenhof. You usually don’t return until after six o’clock. Mister Westbroek is still at the cobbler for your shoes’’
Hmm?, oh yes of course. You had your valet, meneer Westbroek run a few errands for you bringing your bicycle to the repair shop, bringing your formal jackets and tailcoats to the dry cleaner and picking up your newly repaired shoes at the cobbler. He together with your housekeeper, Mrs Merts form the domestic staff while you are in town. In summer months you could always retreat to your late father’s villa which requires a greater amount of staff to run. It is no great house like they have in England but it is a nice place to be especially in the scalding heat of the summer.
You put your briefcase in your study and then return to your living room to sit down and think it over. A strange book with the author’s name crossed out. With the scribblings of madman on the pages.
This requires deeper thought. Would you like to reach for your favourite smoking paraphernalia?
>I reach for my pipe>I take a cigar from my box on the side table>No I don’t smoke 