Victoria was surprised when the front door didn't open. She walked round to the back of the house and was surprised again when the back door didn't open either. She unlocked it and went in.
"Hello?" she called out, but there was no answer.
A little confused she headed into the hall and saw there was message on the answering machine, she hit play.
"Victoria, darling? I guess you're not in, if you are pick up, darling... No? Okay, well, look things have been a bit delayed here so we're probably going to have to stay another day or two. Ring me when you get in. Hope everything's okay with you, if you're getting lonely or need help we can arrange for someone to come and look after you, or if you want, darling, we'll come home. It's up to you. But ring me. Ring me when you get in and we'll discuss it. Love you, darling. Talk to you soon. Love you" said her father's recorded voice.
Victoria wiped the message, picked up the phone and dialled her father's mobile.
Ben didn't know what he was going to tell his mother. This spanking business was all so new he just hadn't had a chance to work it all out yet. He didn't know, if he told her, whether she'd be outraged at Mrs St.John-Moncrieff or whether she'd be outraged at him and get out that dreaded wooden spoon again. On the other hand Mrs St.John-Moncrieff had threatened to tell his mother about his supposed misbehaviour and if he told his mother first, put his side of the story, she might have more sympathy for him, but then again she might not.
It was in this state of indecision that he stepped through the back door and into the kitchen. Margaret was in the final stages of preparing dinner, looking up at the clock at frequent intervals, wondering how soon Keith would be back from work. She looked over at Ben as he came in and could see that he wasn't happy.
"Everything alright, Ben?" she asked.
Ben was thrown by this question. It was an unexpected invitation to tell her what had happened, and if he said he was alright it would make it difficult for him to defend himself later if that phone call came. Knowing that his mother's almost infallible lie-detector would be being employed he decided to tell the truth.
"No" he said sullenly.
"Aw" said Margaret in mock sympathy assuming Ben was still sulking about having to go to the Vicarage for a shower "Did you accidentally wash your sense of humour away with all that dirt?"
"No" said Ben with a frown, rather disappointed his mother was not taking this seriously.
"Well sit yourself down at the table, dinner will be ready in a few minutes" said Margaret.
Ben dropped his bag next to the table and sat down, while trying to work up the courage to tell his mother what had happened. Margaret tested the potatoes with a fork and deciding they still needed a few more minutes turned to face Ben.
"Oh don't sulk all evening, Ben, it was only a shower and you were dirty. You can't say I didn't warn you" she said.
"It's not that" said Ben "It's Mrs St.John-Moncrieff."
"What about her?" asked Margaret, her hackles rising at the mere mention of this horrible woman.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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