"Miss, we need to use your phone. Our car is kinda stuck in the mud and we need to call someone for help." The front door opened, revealing the person who made the voice. It was a woman, about between her 30's and 40's for her age, with long poofy pink hair and wearing a standard maid dress.
She said, "Oh dear! You girls shouldn't be hanging about in the rain. Please come in!"
"It's about time, lady!" Wendy sneered. The lady guided the girls into the house and locked the door. Inside, there was baby toys and stuff scattered all around the house. Strangely enough, the stuff was large enough for an adult. The maid sat the girls on the living room couch and even gave them some tea.
"So," began Anne. "who are you?"
The lady said, "My name is Amanda Livington. I've been born in this very house and I've lived in it for years."
Amelia asked, "So, what's with the maid outfit?"
"My family couldn't afford to live in this house for a long and had to move to somewhere cheaper. I truly loved this house and I decided to move in and serve the family that had moved in here. After a few years, I was left here alone."
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