Cecilia went into her office on Monday morning to find that someone had slipped a white envelope under the door. She picked it up. The white envelope had her name printed on it in black block capitals. Intrigued, she opened the envelope to find a sheet of paper bearing the words;
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost,
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Cecilia blinked. What a strange note. She read it again. It was a quotation from Romeo and Juliet but why that one? Why write a quotation on a piece of paper and slip it under the door without signing it? It wasn't really a love note either. Cecilia looked uneasy. It was almost like some kind of veiled threat. The second line was strangely romantic but the whole quotation was not about love but about death. She shrugged. Probably this was someone's idea of a practical joke, though if it was, it was in very poor taste. Cecilia folded and pocketed the note.
"Why is this wet?" Alfred asked, picking up a jay cloth near the sink.
"Oh Michael dropped a drink on there. He was sleepwalking. It was a bit strange."
Alfred turned on the taps in their shared kitchen and rinsed out the cloth. "Up to his old tricks again then?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well Michael and I go way back. We were at school together once upon a time."
"Yeah. When he had sleepovers, my mum called him midnight Michael. He did lots of strange things like wandering into her room and trying to wake her up when she was already awake".
Veronica laughed. She ran her hand through her straight blonde hair.
Alfred spread the blue jay cloth onthe draining board to dry. "Want some scrambled eggs?" he asked "or do you want to make your own breakfast?"
"Scrambled eggs would be nice for a change thanks".
Just then Michael walked into the kitchen in his pyjamas and dark blue dressing gown. He yawned and stretched.
"How's the finger?" Veronica asked.
"It's fine now. Thanks for sorting that out". Michael crossed to his side of the kitchen and got out a packet of cereal.