chapter twenty-nine

ISABELLA’S POV

When Mr Stiff left to wherever he was going to, I was left with Mr creepy.

“What should I call you?” I had asked the man.

He looked at me for a moment and said, “Housekeeper is fine.”

“Housekeeper? Is that supposed to be a name or…”

“I believe the boss will be coming back with something for you to eat but maybe I could see if I can…”

“No, it’s alright. I will wait…for him, your boss.” I said. I would rather stick to trusting only Mr Stiff for now.

I watched him as he left not sure what to think of him. His English seems polished and his accents sounded foreign. I figured he wouldn’t be an Italian man.

Well, since they both wouldn’t tell me their names, I suppose I would make do with what I have.

I remained stuck in my room, made sure I tightly bolted it while I waited for Mr Stiff to return.

The loud grumble of my stomach reminded me I needed food urgently but no food.

Oh damn, Mr Stiff wasn’t coming back and my stomach feels like it has been set on fire by the hungry w