Mr. and Mrs. Granger from 4, Rosinda Lane were quite proud of being perfectly normal. They were the last people on the earth any one would suspect to be involved in strange and mysterious things; they were simply the kind of people, who didn’t tolerate bad behaviour, when it came to proper lifestyles.
Mr. Granger was managing a big firm called Grungings. It produced tools. He was a big, fat man, almost without a throat, and had an enormous moustache. Mrs. Granger was skinny and blond; her throat was very long, which was very practical, since she used a lot of her time watching the neighbours.
The couple had an 11-yearold boy called Michael. In their eyes, Michael was the most adorable boy in the entire world.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger were very wealthy, and had almost everything; two luxurious cars, a big villa in one of the suburbs of London, the newest technology and so on… But they also had a secret; a secret that under no circumstances could be reviled. It would simply ruin their perfect images.
Mrs. Granger, also called Rasputia, was sitting in the living room, on their black leather couch, enjoying the perfect cleaning she had just finished. Everything inside the house was shining, just as she liked it.
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