“I love it.”
“Enjoy your meal. Is there anything else I can get you?”
I stare at the plate of eggs before me dubiously. It’s just the way I always like them, fluffy, yellow with a sprinkle of shredded cheddar cheese, onions and green bell peppers. Why then is my stomach pitching at the thought of eating? The cloying scent of the egg mixed with the aroma of bacon on Daniel’s plate, leave ready to gag.
“Is everything okay, Mrs. Lucas?” the housekeeper asked, seeing my grimace. “The eggs aren’t to your liking?”
Mrs. Johnson is our new housekeeper and cook. We hired her last week when I started my project on renovating my office. With not much time to look about the affairs of the estate, I’d hired her to run the place with the aid of a servant or two that she saw fit to get to help with t
