I’d been a butler for years at the Harrington residence. I was treated well, paid well, and quite enjoyed my job.

But lately, the house had changed. The couple had several summer and winter homes around the world and spent many weeks away now that the children had grown. Only the middle daughter, and most troubled of the three if you ask me, bothered to hang around. Often bringing males home and leaving a mess.

I was becoming bored. I watched TV for the first time in my life. I took up drinking with the cook and gardener on weekends.

It was just such a weekend that I had been in the guest house drinking when I saw headlights in the drive. I thought it might be the lord and lady of the house, so I attempted to enter the kitchen, but alas! I had locked my keys inside!

I slunk around the east wing of the house and spied the middle child with a date. Whew! They moved quickly towards the door, as it was raining. I pursued them, but the door was slammed and locked in my face!

Dripping, exasperated, I laughed.