Chapter 20 The Playboy

“Who is she?” I asked Grace but she just glared at me and cracked another egg. This woman was incorrigible. Why did she hate me so much yet all I wanted was to do my job? Did she think I would try and replace her? My grandmother had always told me that bad people are always having bad thoughts and they imagine everyone else is like them. Was taking over what grace would think of doing if she was in my position?

“We work in the same house, you know.” I said. “We can have small talk and act like people who are not about murder each other.”

She lifted the knife she had been using and pointed it at me. “Can you just let me finish what I’m doing? Learn to mind your business or I’ll stab you with this knife. Why don’t you go and clean Edward’s room?”