Lynettea ran the kitchen tap and got all the pipes to bang loudly, as she knew the plumber would finally be coming. They banged for 10 minutes, then stopped. I went into the bedroom again and lay on my daybed. She knew I didn't like the noise, but took no notice. Before the plumber came, the pipes suddenly stopped banging, which showed it was not a good idea.
My ears felt better.
Then I heard the gate click and went under the bed. The plumber is here. Lynettea shut the bedroom door so I would feel safe.
I can hear him tramping through the house. All the pipes started banging again, but he got them to stop and he is working.
I wonder how much longer I will have to stay here.
Maybe I will stay underbed anyway now and fall asleep . . .
But I don't think I feel at ease with a stranger in the house.