My stomach clenched. Our mother was the only other person that lived in the house. “Girls,” she said in Japanese, “would you like some snacks an... drinks for you and your guest?”“Yes, okaasan,” Kimiko shouted. “Just give us a minute, we are trying on clothes with Lee-chan. Let us get dressed.”“Okay. That sounds fun.”My heart screamed in my chest as our mother retreated. I looked up at Kimiko, her delicate, olive cheeks darkened by a blush, her lips pursed. Then she glanced at our discarded. ‘Read the note.’ Mrs. Kingston instructed. Lindi really didn’t want to, but with a lump in her throat that felt like she had swallowed a golf ball, she picked up the sheet of paper and read the message. It was printed anonymously in arial font, and was certainly sharp and to the point. It read: To whom it may concern, Ms. Melinda Vernham is a whore and a slut! I am in possession of a number of images like the one enclosed, wherein she displays herself in the most lewd, wanton and pornographic. "Here's your uniform, and the supplies are in that closet at the end of the hall marked Janitor. Here's the key to the closet. I'm assuming that you know how to run a broom and mop?" Yes, Sir."Just then a tall woman with dark hair in a bun and glasses walked past the two of you. She was wearing a lab coat, but you could still tell that she had a banging body under it."Don't bother even thinking about that one," Scruffy said as the two of you watched her walk down the hall. "That one's an ice. I have my foibles. I can’t seem to stand Prius drivers, for example. I mean, I get the point of the car, but around here, it’s like a badge people use to exclaim to everyone else, “Look! I’m so much more concerned with the environment than you are!” There’s this thing called ‘conspicuous conservatism’, which is basically making a big deal about what a tree hugger you are, and boy, do people around here have it in spades. I see a fucking Prius— which can’t be anything else but an electric car,.