He was lurking behind me, his breath on my neck as I attempted to wipe the spill. It was yellowing my grandmother’s favorite lace table runner; now, how to bluff myself out of this one. Probably would have been better if I’d torn it since grandmother was the fix-it fairy in the household. My face was flush with fear, and the only thought that soothed me was leaving this greedy man’s house to be back at mine safe and sound. He let out a raspy hiss indicating he had seen what had occurred.
I did not feel safe anymore. Help!