Liz was not used to this. She had entered a world that was foreign to her. The posh accents gave it away. And the constant references to money. There certainly was no lack of it there. And they were so HIGH FALUTIN. Liz recoiled from it. It seemed unreal. She could never attain to anything like that. She came from humble circumstances, but she was glad of it. She’d had to struggle for everything that she had. But she was not materialistic at all. She valued the simple things in life, and the inner qualities that hard work brings.
She had to visit the house quite often, to drop off some documents. She always got invited in for a cup of tea and a slice of cake. It was then that she discovered the truth. His father had been a heavy drinker and smoker, drinking and smoking away all the money. His mother too, was not happy unless she had a bottle of gin in her hand. They were constantly in debt, and one day the bailiff came and took everything, even his toys. There was nothing left in the house.
“I learned to smile from the dog,” he said.
Liz learned never to judge anyone again.