"When Emily Johnson came home one evening to her furnished room
and found three of her handkerchiefs missing from the dresser
drawer, she was sure who had taken them and what to do."
Her personal chef Rachel, had been left alone in the house for a week, while she had traveled with her husband, Jeff, to Palm Peach for medical meetings. Rachel was a dear friend and she knew that she had her eyes on those handkerchiefs. Why would she take them, why didn't she ask? Emily began to feel guilty that she was second guessing her dear friend and employee. For Rachel knew as well as Emily did that those three handkerchiefs had been passed down to the women in her family for five generations now.
Before Emily decided to call Rachel and confront her about the missing items, she decided to take a look around, making sure nothing else was missing or disturbed. As her eyes searched her massive master suite, she noticed that the bed was made but not the neat and tidy way she had normally so perfectly liked it. Approaching the bed, she heard a scream from the other room. "Who is screaming, Rachel is at her mother's house across town, isn't she?"
Before Emily could run to check in the other room, a blind fold was placed over her head and she was being dragged out of her room against her will. In no time she was being tied to someone else sitting in the office chair. As her blind fold was removed, it revealed Rachel in tears. Emily glanced around to discover her capture. "Michael? what are you doing?" It was Emily's twin brother who had recently returned from tour in Iraq.
Michael smiled at his sister and then looked over to Rachel. Through his wide grin they could see a few missing teeth and the remainder appeared to have not seen a toothbrush in the 18 months he was gone. His five o'clock shadow was approaching on a eight a.m shadow. The ladies were curious to what could possibly going through his head and wondering what on earth he was doing. Why would he come in and take those precious family handkerchiefs? What could he possibly want with them? What did he want with the ladies. Emily couldn't sit and wonder any more.
Angry and scared Emily's voice shook as she asked him again, "Michael, what are you doing?" Before he could answer they heard a loud noise downstairs.
and found three of her handkerchiefs missing from the dresser
drawer, she was sure who had taken them and what to do."
Her personal chef Rachel, had been left alone in the house for a week, while she had traveled with her husband, Jeff, to Palm Peach for medical meetings. Rachel was a dear friend and she knew that she had her eyes on those handkerchiefs. Why would she take them, why didn't she ask? Emily began to feel guilty that she was second guessing her dear friend and employee. For Rachel knew as well as Emily did that those three handkerchiefs had been passed down to the women in her family for five generations now.
Before Emily decided to call Rachel and confront her about the missing items, she decided to take a look around, making sure nothing else was missing or disturbed. As her eyes searched her massive master suite, she noticed that the bed was made but not the neat and tidy way she had normally so perfectly liked it. Approaching the bed, she heard a scream from the other room. "Who is screaming, Rachel is at her mother's house across town, isn't she?"
Before Emily could run to check in the other room, a blind fold was placed over her head and she was being dragged out of her room against her will. In no time she was being tied to someone else sitting in the office chair. As her blind fold was removed, it revealed Rachel in tears. Emily glanced around to discover her capture. "Michael? what are you doing?" It was Emily's twin brother who had recently returned from tour in Iraq.
Michael smiled at his sister and then looked over to Rachel. Through his wide grin they could see a few missing teeth and the remainder appeared to have not seen a toothbrush in the 18 months he was gone. His five o'clock shadow was approaching on a eight a.m shadow. The ladies were curious to what could possibly going through his head and wondering what on earth he was doing. Why would he come in and take those precious family handkerchiefs? What could he possibly want with them? What did he want with the ladies. Emily couldn't sit and wonder any more.
Angry and scared Emily's voice shook as she asked him again, "Michael, what are you doing?" Before he could answer they heard a loud noise downstairs.
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