“Strange people,” Maisie thought. “At least they have a modern sink to make the washing up easy. Who would leave olives and jam sitting out on the sink? Have they been there since I was last here? I wonder if the jam has been opened.”
She reached across the sink, grabbing the jam jar. Glad she’d been wearing her rubber gloves, she gripped the jar and twisted the lid.
The most awful stench ever hit her like a slap in the face. Feeling dizzy, she screwed the lid back on.
“I need a new job. “