“Good morning, Mrs Antonia.” Anita greeted the young-looking woman who opened the door for her.

 

“Oh, Anita, it's good to see you! How are you doing?” she replied in a cheerful tone.

 

“I am fine. Thanks. Is Charles home? I have been trying to get through to him.”

 

Mrs Antonia opened the door wide enough for her to step in. “Charles' phone dropped into the pool when he went out with his friends last night.”

 

“Oops. That’s bad.” She mouthed.

 

“He is up in the room.” She grabbed her bag from the couch.

 

“Are you heading out?” Anita asked.

 

“Yes. I have to buy some groceries. We have nothing at...