“Merci Abigail.” I sat my wine glass onto the night stand before I picked up my iPad and began scrolling my documents.
“Vous etes le binevenu Mr. Waterman.”
Abigail was in her mid-forties but considered herself as young as ever. She was my trust worthy help. Never used the term maid when I described her.
“You can leave it there.”
She placed the material I had requested on to the table before she turned and smiled at me. I’ve asked her to bring me something tonight. I apologized numerous times for bringing her on such short notice but she was more than gracious to come.
“Is there anything else you need?”
“No Abigail, that is all. Marci.” I nodded to her, confirming to her that she was welcomed to leave for the night.
Once she was gone and I was finished my drink, I picked up the mate
