Chapter Four

That night at the dinner table as the Butcher and his Fiancée began to eat their mince pies the door bell rang. The Butcher’s fork clattered near his plate, “The Candle Shop Girl came by this morning.”

Glaring at him the Butcher’s Fiancée left the table to answer the door where a little girl scout was hustling cookies for charity. The rest of the dinner passed in cold silence.

As they cleaned the dishes and put them away she finally spit out, “I don’t like that child and I don’t trust her. If she goes to the police, we will be shut down and then what is Father supposed to do?”

“I don’t think she would do such a thing.” The Butcher deposited his words into the moment slightly.

“Take care of it!” She ordered.