*Rapunzel*
I do not get far. Mrs. Grisle catches me, drags me into the housekeeper's sitting room, and plies me with question after question. Two hours pass. Bardolph joins us, and drones on for fifteen minutes about the linen closet at the Highlands estate near Comrie. They have mice.
Mice?
Mice are everywhere. I manage to impress upon Bardolph the concept that said mice… indeed, all mice… are his concern.
It takes another hour before I realize that if I don’t organize the household better, I will never have time to put bow to strings.
There are bound to be a few problems in running a household of this size. Every once in a while, I think about how Horace stated that I should not play in front of men. It lends me a spark of rage that I have never experienced before.
By the time Bard
