[MaC] And so it begins ... Hodges

[Mrfury28 at aol.com]

Graydon Hodges hastily scrubbed the axle grease off his hands.  The lift had 
been acting up again, but all it had needed was lubrication. Performing his 
daily chores in addition to the maintenance of the lift had caused the older man 
to become delayed as he was expected to serve at the Fitzroys.  He had served 
his country years before, and now he was reduced to serving the nouveaux 
rich. But with the pensioners cut back due to the War, one had to make due.

Hodges surveyed his hands, noting the dark under his cuticles.  It would have 
to be good enough.  At least he had the time to don clean pants, starched 
shirt and jacket. He straightened his tie in the oval mirror above the dresser 
before heading to the Fitzroys.  Hearing the groan of the lift, Hodges winced.  
If guests were arriving already, he was late.  An Englishman was nothing if 
not punctual.  

The gentleman climbed the stairs.  Given the current condition of the lift, 
no doubt he would reach the Fitzroys apartment first.  When he did, he firmly 
knocked on the door and announced himself. "Its Hodges, sir.  Sorry about the 
time."
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