O’Hare has a price

After everyone is fed and sent to work for the day, Lydia finally takes a moment for herself to relax. She sits at the dining room table and opens her cigarettes for a quick smoke when she hears a knock at the door.

‘Surely Paul wouldn’t be that stupid! We were almost caught!’

Lydia answers the door only to see Mr. O’Hare in her doorway.

“Good morning tramp. I see you haven’t even had the decency to change out of your nightgown.”

Lydia was used to Mr. O’Hare and his ghoulish statements by now. Still her face is incredibly red and she instinctly pulls her robe tighter.

“Mr. O’Hare, what is it?”

“I saw you. You and the milk boy. A bit young. I suppose even a cradle is open hunting for tramps. Tramps who open their robes and kiss men who aren’t their husbands.”

Lydia can not hide it now. Clearly he’s seen everything and there’s no hiding it anymore.

“Please, you can’t tell Paul. It was... its... you don’t understand!”

“Oh I understand perfectly well. And I won’t be telling Paul so long as you do something for me.”