One night, Leander ambled to the kitchen to get the two an evening nibble. Usually Emil volunteered, but this night the chore fell to him. Once again, he found the dinner dishes in the sink unfinished. He wasn’t under the influence of wine this time, so he decided he would definitely confront Mrs. Dawson in the morning.
The next morning, he suffered at the thought of talking to Mrs. Dawson about her duties. He had only been in the kitchen twice in two months, but both times the dishes had not been done prior to her departure.
When Leander entered the kitchen, Mrs. Dawson shrugged out of Emil’s arms and tried to resume dishing up their breakfast. Leander was surprised to find Emil consoling Mrs. Dawson.
“What’s the matter this morning?” he asked.
“Nothing, sir. I’m sorry that I’m a bit
