2005-12-28 - 3:41 p.m.
5
It always starts with a whim, if even that much. A thought popped into his head and it did not seem like a good idea. When certain thoughts or people are around and around they grow on you. In Luther�s case as the thought evolved into a plausible one his distaste for Henry seemed to increase.
It was not even as thought out as that.
�Henry?�
Luther hoped Henry was in the vicinity of the kitchen because he wanted a sandwich. He gets farther and farther from the kitchen at the ration of getting closer to Henry�s room.
�Henry?�
Henry had no lock upon his door therefore he left it open. It seemed the proper thing to do in the case of not having a lock. If the door was closed then what was he hiding? Luther hid many things behind his door. He had no lock either but then he was family. Luther looked around and saw the coast clear.
He entered the servant�s room.
The next thought told him to take the shoes. When he opened the door he knew the ones to grab right away. There was a small table with four skinny legs. four pairs of shoes were under it and two were angled to only be seen froma crouch.
They looked like shoes that do not get worn often and would not be missed. He knocked the table back into the wall when he reached for the hidden shoes. He pulled it forward an inch further.
His nose itched.
�Master Luther?�
Henry was calling for him. He must have left the house to fetch the mail from the box. Luther calmly closed the closet then ran from the room. He ducked into the nathrrom two doors down. The stolen shoes went under the sink so he could pick them up later.
�Master Luther?�
Henry was now in the hall. Luther flushed the toilet and opened the door. Henry had passed the bathroom door in route to his room.
�Henry.�
Henry gracefully turned.
�Master Luther.�
�Could you make me a peanut butter sandwich?�
�No jam sir?�
He hated it when Henry talked back to him.
