*Killian*
Since we have guests, apparently Tia has instructed Mrs. Dorset to prepare a variety of breakfast offerings to be set on the sideboard so everyone can take whatever they fancy. I can’t fault the variety, finding it rather nice not to be saddled with the cook’s plated offering based on her mood.
Everyone is here, including my father; everyone except Tia. Her absence surprises me because I’d expected her to be the first at the table to ensure everything meets her expectations and to greet our guests.
On the other hand, I couldn’t resist having her again this morning before preparing for the day. After assisting me with dressing, she returned to the bed as she always does “for just a few more minutes.” I’ve no doubt worn her out. As a husband, I’m a cad. Not that she seems to mi
