*Odette*
I am washing the dishes, a simple enough task. I dusted somewhat yesterday, so I don't think I need to attend to that chore again. As I try to recall other duties Lupo had instructed me to manage, I wander through the residence. He really needs to acquire a comfortable chair in which I can curl up. Is it my responsibility as the housekeeper to inform him about what is needed? Yes, I believe so, as it seems he hasn't a clue.
Walking into the front parlor, I try to envision its contents. Chairs, a sofa. Brightly colored fabrics, yellow and green. No, not for him. Something darker, like burgundy perhaps. He is like a dark wine with a bitter edge that dries the mouth.
How do I know about wine? Because I enjoy its flavor. I need to search the kitchen for some bottles. It's strange,
