"A friend of your fathers," the tall man had a cold raspy voice, and he too was suspicious.
"I guessed that, but who are you!" I lost my patience, this man was obviously an educated man, I could tell by his spectacles and the book he held. I knew he couldn't hurt anyone, he was too scrawny, my guess would be maybe a binder, or teacher.
"My business isn't important to you, little girl," he answered with a cough. I really didn't want to deal with a stranger in the house, but this man; this man was no threat.
"Name, what is your name so I can tell my father who you are," I thought myself clever, after I got his name, Samuel Mitths. I invited him in, and set tea to brew, and retrieved to my father.
"Father, there is someone who wants to see you, Mr. Mitths." At first he took no interest no matter how loudly I imitated the name. Then, he spun around,
"Mitths, to Samuel Mitths?" He was certainly surprised, he darted out of his office where he wrote with ink and a typewriter. Without washing his hands of the ink he introduced himself and Mr. Mitths.
"Sophia, Mr. Mitths is a good friend of mine. You see, I have a business trip to take out to California," he spoke as if I were still only 9 years old.
"Sophia, mr. Mitths will be taking care of you for the next week, your mother and I must go." And so he was right, the next day he left with mother. Leaving the house quiet.
"Alright, your father said I could tell you the reason." This man was defiantly suspicious he had a French accent.
"I am to protect you from a man known as Thomas Williams, and a Mathew Willster." I gasp at the names, I had just received letters from them.
"You are not to contact them," he suddenly seemed much taller and stronger, and I knew this meant to stand down, back away. I wouldn't want to hurt his ego. Not taking in a single word, i stood there.
"Well, come on then. Your siblings are at school, let's go- to the library." He was obviously not telling the truth. We walked down the block, past the library.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked blatantly.
"To a library," I didn't despise the man, he just seemed so suspicious.
Out of nowhere, a short man dressed in black popped out. He held a knife, I froze. I knew what was right, what I should have done, but I didn't. That's the thing, I learned in school to know, identify what the right thing to do in the face of danger is, but we never learned how to. Mrs. Carnol said it comes naturally, like an instinct, but it didn't. Was I missing a whole human instinct? I just stood there, and let the man take Samuel hostage. I couldn't be missing a whole instinct, this had to be natural. And now I do wish I did the right thing, the man took Samuel around the corner. I'm sorry to say that he does not come back, at least not the same
