Chapter Eight
“Offer”
FROM:amrita.despotic@aol.com
TO:beloved.niece@hotmail.co.uk
SUBJECT:Progress
My Darling Girl!
It is shortly after breakfast and guess where your husband is right now.
Or, more to the point, try and guess what it is he is doing.
Unsuccessful?
Then allow me to help.
Your once high-and-mighty husband is, at this very moment, on his knees in the cellar that is now both his quarters and his place of work when not required above stairs.
Why so, I hear you ask?
He is on his knees, my darling, because it is the best way to set about the chore his Indian employer has set him.
And the nature of that chore?
Why, the ferrying to the cellar of my considerable collection of boots and shoes that he may lay them on a plastic covering prior to polishing each pair until h
