" Miss Barrlow firmly said. The blonde girl flashed a winning smile and waved me hello. She looked like a collage girl and seemed so adult compared to...me.I waved weakly back to her."She'd beautiful. She's your daughter? Listen Miss Barrlow? It's none of my business, but... well... Are you sure you want your own daughter to..." I whispered, awe struck by the sexy looking girl.Miss Barrlow waved me closer and whispered to me."No, Petra. I don't. Candice doesn't know what all my duties entail,. She was in her early 50’s, the same age as myself and I had never really taken much notice of her because my attention had always been directed towards the younger staff. Today however, I noticed her bright, warm smile. I smelt her fresh body, not exuding cheap perfume but simple soap and water. Her hair was natural blonde with the odd strand of grey. It was tied up in a ponytail which really made her look lovely.She stood behind me, put a black cape around my shoulders, then putting her hands. " What's wrong with my brother?"Mark stuck his tongue out at her and she laughed."Come on," he said draining the last of his beer. "Let's eat and enjoy this wine."They chattered happily over dinner. Afterwards they helped each other wash up and then sat back down on the sofa again with their wine."Ooh, I know," said Mark. "I've got an LP of Peter Katin playing Chopin nocturnes. Good idea?" Yes please. Golly, that's a very smart gramophone." I'm thrilled with it. My parents gave it to me last. There was nothing I could do about it, so I told our foreman Gus about it. His reaction was, “Don’t worry about it. We always find things to touch up on our last walk through. It’s a game. Their inspector has to protect his rice bowl. So he finds something, usually it’s something so small I can fix it with a touch up kit. So don’t let it bug you.“So are you going to turn your keys over to the old lady today?” I asked.“I definitely am. You want to come along for the ride?” he asked in.