Ms Johnson

Up on the stoop, connected a townhouse to the large trimmed lawn. Surrounding the yard are delcate carved bushes. Perfectly round and quaint. I knock on the door of the humble abode, a young butler answers. "Hello sir". He greets with his pale blue eyes. "Morning."

I gaze closer to the butler evaluating is black slacks and blue sweater. Odd for a butler attire very odd indeed. "I'm here for Ms. Johnson. I am Detective Hopkins may I come in?" "Yes sir wait here, you may sit on the couch. Would you like some Brandi?" He asked. "Yes that would be splendid." 

Picture

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