Then, one of those unlucky things happened: the handle of the door came off in her hand. She tried to put the handle back on the door but she could not. ‘How do I do it?’ she thought. ‘It is going to be very difficult to open the door now. Do I ask that nice girl to come and help me? Perhaps by now she is in bed.’
She turned away from the door, and suddenly, she saw something much, much worse than the door handle. There was a man in her bed! She took one look at his thick black hair and his big black moustache and immediately felt quite ill with fear. For a minute or two, she could not think. Then her first thought was: ‘I must not scream!’ She stood there but she could not move. She just looked at the man’s dark head and the big line of his back under the bedthings. She began to think very quickly. Her next thought was: ‘I am in the wrong room. It is the man’s room.’ She could see his jacket and trousers lying on a chair and his big black shoes on the floor. She must get out quickly. But how? She tried again to open the door with her fingers but she could not.
