MASON'S HOUSE

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It was exactly 6:05 am. Professor MacPherson walked to the sitting room after taking his bath and dressing up. He was dressed up in a white suit, a tie, a golden wrist watch, a pair of white shoes, a pair of non-recommended eye glasses and he was clutching his briefcase with his right hand. When Professor MacPherson got to the sitting room, he saw Ayla already sitting on one of the couches. Professor MacPherson dropped his briefcase on the table and sat down beside Ayla on the couch.

“Good morning, dad,” Ayla said.

“Good morning, Ayla; and how was your night?” professor MacPherson said.

“It was fine; how about yours, dad?” Ayla said.

“It was also fine. Have you brushed your teeth?” professor MacPherson said.

“Yes, I have done that, dad,” Ayla said.

“That’s good. I received a phone call from Evelyn last night,” professor MacPherson said.

“A call? What did Mrs. Evelyn say?” Ayla said curiously.