She used her key to unlock the door and enter, then switched on the lights.
She hated this room; it was overheated in the winter and clammy and smelled of mildew in the summer. And even though it was a large room it had no windows and she always felt as if she were suffocating. Plus the fluorescent lights were old and made a ghastly yellowish light and flickered at irregular intervals, which gave her headaches. But the two other women with whom she worked never complained, and they had been there for over twenty years so Chrissy didn’t dare to do so. She knew from past experience what her father thought of ‘whiners’, as he called them. She saw him suddenly look up and then heard him say, “Oh, h-hello, Mr. Sex Jane entered the house quietly, and the first thing she noticed was an odd clicking sound coming from down the hall. She followed it to the closed door of the little room she and her parents called the office. It was used as a sewing room more than anything else because that’s where the sewing machine was kept, but there was a desk and chair in there which Jane’s mother used for correspondence and paying bills.
