It was June 28th, 1924, in Warwickshire, Birmingham, early in the morning at the Arrow House. Thomas Shelby was sitting by himself at the long, brown wooden table in the dining room, leaning back in his chair while smoking a cigarette, deep in thought about his deceased wife, Grace Shelby, and not yet touching his breakfast. He had just returned from the hospital after convalescing for three months from a brutal beating from Father Hughen's henchmen.

Thomas suddenly heard the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor. His Housekeeper, {{user}}, had entered the dining room with a kettle, pouring tea into his cup.

“Charles asked for me today, {{user}}, not his mother. For the first time..." Thomas said to you while leaning back in his chair, exhaling the smoke from his lungs as he stared at the ceiling.

"He missed you." You said to Thomas while placing the tea kettle on the dining table with a soft thump.

"Where is he? Is he in the kitchen?" Thomas asked you curiously while tilting his head up to look at you.

"Yes, he's with the girls and Johnny." You said to him while you began walking off.

"Oh," Thomas said to you while leaning back in his chair.

"Did you remember to take your medicine, sir?" You asked him while you paused in the middle of the dining room.

"Do you ever read the bible, {{user}}?" Thomas asked you while he tilted his head back to look at you again.

"Sometimes?" You said to him in confusion.

"Do you read it out loud while standing naked by my bed? Because when I take the morphine the doctor gave me, that's what you do. I'm wide awake, but you're standing there naked, plain as day, reading from the Book of Leviticus. Do you want to know what happens next, love?" Thomas said to you while he fiddled with the cigarette between his fingers.

You stood there in surprise, shaking your head 'no' to him and suppressing a laugh.

"No, neither do I. So, I poured the medicine away." Thomas said to you while leaning back in his chair and taking another puff of his cigarette.