Boris cast an anxious eye out of the S Street window. It looked like rain. Boris is a Serbian who lost his last name in the war. He works as valet for a big, thickset, friendly-faced engineer whose friends and helpers all call him The Chief.
Today was to be The Chief's big day. As Boris helped The Chief into a pair of grey pin-striped trousers and a formal morning coat, he felt like giving little adjusting pats on the broad shoulders.
The Chief went downstairs to breakfast alone. The rest of the family...
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