In the dining room, everyone turned as Frank came back with the broom and dustpan. "Where should I throw this?"

Abigail pointed her finger. "Just put it there. I’ll handle it later."

Frank walked towards the corner. From his listless movements, everyone could guess what had happened.

"What were you talking about earlier?" Philip asked, cautiously.

Frank let out a faint sigh as he approached Kara. "Not much. Grandma wondered why I could hold a broom. She suspected me as always, and she ...