The servants bolted through the door as the phone call finished- this maybe the only time I'd want to ask my father for help. If I continue like this, I'd only be digging my own grave.
Griselda might have gone ballistic at this point- I reckon she planned to deprived us of any servants in the house. I would move around and do those things if I could walk, but I can't. I'd only be bothering Walter further if I let him do all the work.
I could see the servants gloomy and almost angered expression- they were hiding the dislike they feel for being assigned here.
I saw one of the cooks pushing Walter aside- taking over whatever he was cooking at that moment. I frown and was about to lecture them when I remembered Griselda ploys.
I approach Walter, "I know this may Abit sudden- but we ne
