Chapter Twelve
Rahul Prakash motioned William – “Willie” – Overbury into the downstairs den he worked from whenever at home in Northridge.
It was the third day on from the white man having accepted the offer extended to him to become the family servant and already there was a change in his demeanour towards the diminutive Indian twenty-something he had once treated with such disdain and still – if only in his thoughts these days – considered no more than a buck-toothed geek.
As said: “these days”.
He was dressed in a white shirt without a collar and plain black shoes while the similarly black trousers, completing what “Mrs Prakash” had told him was his servant’s uniform, were pocket-less and tight in a way that showed off his still trim lower body to best, if somewhat shaming, effect.
