“Look, just because I spoke to you, doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you,” Andrea says. “You can break everything in this house and throw as many tantrums as you want, but I’m not going to forgive you for shooting Charles. Please leave me alone now. Oh, and while you’re at it, get this window fixed. I don’t want to catch a chill—it’d be bad for the baby.”
Within a few minutes, a servant leads a repairman into the room. The man carries large flat sheets of colored glass and a small but very sharp looking saw. He frowns deeply when he sees the damage.
“What a shame,” he says. “This glass is incredibly special and the window was a real work of art. I’ll do my best to repair it, but it’s a damn shame this ever happened in the first place.
“Oh yes, it was really beautiful,” Andrea says politely.
