Andrew didn't get caught. He put on a great act that he hadn't done a single thing. He'd just gone for tea. He hadn't just taken one of the large weights off of his shoulders and pretty much just put it into someone else's hands until they molded it into something beautiful and sparkly that he could give to Maxwell.
So, the week went by, and now the weekend was upon them. Andrew was feeling confident, happy, pleased with himself. He'd gotten away with it. He felt so sneaky. Was this how parents felt when they hid presents from their kids? This was nice.
Their weekend wasn't a slow one though. It was going to be two very big days full of bossing others around, er, Maxwell bossing other people around. Andrew's task was to unpack everything that they would need right away and keep everything else tucked away in rooms that weren't being touched right away.
