The next morning, unlike every other day, every maid in the house was sweating profusely. It appeared that their dear master, Josh, was ransacking his wardrobe for a 'perfect' tuxedo. Everyone thought he was only joking when he called for the maids who were in charge of his wardrobe, asking them if their brains were in the gutter. Even Jacob, who had slowly gotten immune to everyone's treatment in the house was surprised. He stood before his father's room, staring unblinkingly as all the maids shivered in fright from his father's glare. No one knew what was wrong with him this morning but what they were sure of was that...