At the Henderson’s mansion.
Alexander had to go and visit his father the following morning before going to work.
“Where is father? He is in his room right?” He asked one of the maids.
“No, he is in the study.” She replied.
“The study? This early?” He said.
The maid nodded her head.
Alexander wended his way to the study and opened the door:
His father was reading a magazine, sitting on a chair close to the book shelf mounted on the wall. Mrs. Henderson was sitting across him.
“Where are your manners? Don’t you know how to knock?” Mrs. Henderson barked.
“I am sorry.” Alexander apologized.
“How are you son?” Mr. Henderson asked, with a smile on his face. “So, your mom had to tell you that I am sick before you come and visit me.”
“It’s not like that. I’ll make sure to visit you more
