When I entered the room, she didn’t look up from her paper, nor did she stop eating. She had four Bassett Hounds surrounding her, and they watched my every move. As long as I’ve lived, I don’t think I’ve ever met a person who treated their animals better than they treated people on the scale that woman did, but it’s probably just as well.
I cleared my throat and then I went to take the seat opposite her. She looked up at me as I pulled the chair out. “May I help you?”
I looked around the room. “Is this where I should sit?”
She c****d her head to the side. “Did that mother of yours not teach you the proper way to address a lady?”
I shrugged.
“What happened? The cat get your tongue? Don’t you speak when spoken to? Or did she forget all forms of manners?”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I
