There was a knock at the door and Amelia told the person to enter. Sally came in.
“Good morning miss, I did tell Ms. Pearl, that you don’t eat large meals.” She said, gesturing to the large tray of food.
“That’s fine, Sally. What can I help you with?”
“Mr. Deacon said that he would like to see you this morning. He will be out in the courtyard waiting for you.”
“Oh,” Amelia groaned with her head in her hands. “He wants to talk about last night. Pearl, what am I to do?”
“What do you remember?” Pearl asked again.
“Nothing,” Amelia replied.
“Then I do not see the problem.” Pearl sniffed as she crossed her arms. “If you remember nothing, then nothing happened.”
Sally waited, shuffling from foot to foot, her hands crossed behind her back.
“Sally, you will be discrete, won’t you?” Amelia
