“I thought they wouldn’t be back ’til teatime?” Paul quizzed.
“So did I.” Peter grimaced. “We better get dressed and face the music.”
“Yeah.” Paul replied. He looked at the maid’s uniform before wondering where his clothes were. “Can you fetch my clothes up?” he asked. It was a nerve racking wait for Paul. He’s naked beneath the duvet and in the event that Peter can’t find his clothes… he looked at the maid’s uniform again. “Oh thank god for that!” Paul exclaimed when Peter returned with his own clothing.
Peter and Audrey were put in the kitchen under the watchful eye of their father. Paul and Melanie were in the sitting room with Peter & Audrey’s mother, who’d wasted no time in calling their parents and asking one or both of them to come over ASAP. Paul was very forthcoming with the truth.