Well, that wasn’t rude.
I narrowed my eyes at her. I had had enough of her attitude.
“You don’t have to be rude about it. I am the lady of this house, and I won’t tolerate your dismissiveness any longer.” I said firmly.
She didn’t say anything, but I saw her clench her jaw.
“Now, how can I get some tea?” I snapped.
“In the kitchen, there’s an electric kettle; all you have to do is fill it with water and turn it on. It boils within minutes. Tea bags are in the cupboard above where it is being kept.”
I nodded and watched her leave.
I like the fact that I finally called her out. She was getting out of hand.
I entered the kitchen and saw the kettle on a countertop as described.
I opened the cupboard above it and saw the tea bags as she said. I brought them out and picked a mug. I turn
