Armando saw Georgina again the next morning. She looked tired, her face in a resting annoyed face. He stood next to her while he ate his breakfast in the kitchen, not bothering to sit down, never mind go to the dinging room.
"So um..Miss..can I ask you something..?"
"Swallow your food, then you may speak. A proper gentleman does not speak with his mouth full." She said, her tone cold and severe. The man nodded and swallowed. "Good. Now, what is your question?"
"How..How many people live in this house..? I know Henry doesn't live here but is there anyone else.." Georgina paused, her lips pressed together in a firm line. Armando looked down at his empty plate, waiting. "Miss Wells..?"
"You and I are the only inhabitants of this house."
"But..I saw someone else.."
"You were having a nightmare Armando. You saw no one." she said, her force not sounding like her own for the briefest of moments. "Now run along. There is a list of chores for you to do while I work. I expect at least three of the six done by sun down tonight."
"Yes ma'am.." Armando took the list from her hand and read it. "You have such neat handwriting..."
"Thank you dear. I've been practicing since I was young." she gave a small smile but it quickly disappeared. "Go on. I'll be working. Do not disturb me for anything less that death."
She then walked off, her footsteps barely heard. Armando looked at the list again and set off to find the rooms he had to clean. First came the walk-in pantry. He organised everything based on the labels on the light coloured shelves. While organising the cereals, he found a brightly coloured box of sugary cereals a child might eat. Armando shook it off as something Georgina bought for him just in case until he noticed it was opened, meaning someone had recently eaten from it.
"Weird.."
Next came the laundry. He sorted through everything, finding a soft pink hoodie in the dryer. It was odd as Georgina would never be caught dead wearing pink. He founded it and put it in a pile of other clothes he didn't know the owners of. Many of them looked like his clothes but they were somehow different. Bigger than his clothes, more worn out than his.
"Does..does Ms. Wells wear these..?" he then found a shirt that he recognised. A white heart in the center with red drips coming off it. The same shirt the boy he saw had been wearing. "Just..just a coincidence..Ms. Wells said there isn't anyone else who lives here.."
Armando shook his head and finished his chores early, laying down on his bed to process everything. Sugary cereal, random clothes...it was all so odd for Georgina. It didn't seem like her but..it had to be..there's no one else..Armando sighed and closed his eyes.
"I should probably just rest or something. Maybe I'm losing it just a little bit.." Armando yawned and almost fell asleep when he heard tapping and scratching from the hallway.
