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I slept soundly through the night awakening to muted sounds coming from the lower level. Assuming Megan was up and about, I opened my eyes to see her sleeping beside me. I gently yanked my arm from under her and sat up. My first thought was that a burglar was in the house. I shook Megan.
“I hear someone in the house.”
“That’s only Margot,” she mumbled. “She’s making breakfast.” She tucked her pillow under her head.
Since Megan cooked for me the few times I ate here, and I never saw any servants, I was surprised to know she had help. She later explained she has Margot on call for when she needed her, keeping her on a retainer. If Margot cooked for her regularly she’d eat too much and put on weight.
The clock on the bedside table showed after nine. I crawled out of bed and showered,
