The Past: Demoted
Ernestine takes a last glance at the table, curtsies. “Master Palmer, Mistress Palmer, you like me to get anything else?” “That will be all, Ernestine,” Master Palmer says. Mistress Palmer takes a sip of her hot chocolate, says nothing. Ernestine waits a moment longer; still nothing. Ernestine dips her head and makes her way to the door. She pushes the door open… “Oh, Ernestine, can you fetch me the sugar?” “Mistress? The sugar?” “Yes. The sugar.” “It is…I did leave it on the table, Mistress.” “I know where you left it. I would like you to bring it to me.” Master Palmer shakes his head, incredulously. With head bowed, Ernestine walks back to the table; she picks up the bowl of brown sugar and hands it to the Mistress. “Well…set it down,” Mistress Palmer says. Ernestine places
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