’ James spoke up. ‘I’ll make some phone calls. I know some people who can help.’ He left the room. The room was a buzz. Each one tried to comf...rt each other. Lord Berwick turned to Buxton. ‘You may tell the staff and then have McHale come up here to see to her Ladyship.’ ‘Yes, your Lordship. May I?’ he asked for the telegram. Buxton called the staff together in the kitchen. After everyone gathered, he cleared his voice and began ‘We just received some bad news. Mr. Charles has been wounded and. Suddenly he was more businesslike. He looked at me as if to assure he had my attention."Tonight you'll learn that hell really does 'hath no fury like a woman scorned'." What do you mean by that?" I stammered."Relax, David. Your wife has decided to forgive your little indiscretion - but only after having a go at your game herself. Look at it as punishment, or a lesson, but either way, she's decided on her price. I'd suggest you pay it."I shot her a questioning look, expecting her to explain. She. Her face was scared. I was afraid I had hurt her. She must have seen the fright in my face because she laughed, with her cute girlish giggle at me. Right at that moment, her mom called down, lunchtime. We rolled apart in a flash as if we had been struck by lightning. We stood, straightening ourselves. She grinned a brace-filled smile at me. She wasn’t mad. I think she had just realized how far we had gone and was not quite ready for more. I know I wasn’t, even though I wanted to. We were still. Warum mussten eigentlich ausgerechnet immer bei meinen Aufträgen die großen Teile kaputt gehen?Nachdem ich eine Sortiereinheit ausgetauscht, ein paar Transportwalzen gereinigt und einen Papiereinzug neu justiert hatte, insgesamt vier Stunden im Stau und einem Mittagsessen beim Chinesen, dessen Zutatenliste ich wahrscheinlich nicht wissen will freute ich mich auf meinen Feierabend. Der wäre eigentlich schon zwei Stunden eher gewesen, aber Überstunden bringen Geld. Ich wollte eigentlich nur noch.