Chapter Twenty-One
A maid brings in a tray of food and departs. Moments later the bathroom door opens.
“I thought you’d want to be more comfortable, Lucinda.”
I lift my head to see my Queen emerge from the bathroom. A large white, fluffy towel is wrapped around her neck. Over that is a long robe, also white and fluffy. The garment makes her shoulders appear to be even larger. She resembles a pugilist about to enter the ring.
Lucinda smiles holding a medium sized length of rattan. She has been ominously swishing it through the air in anticipation of the Queen’s return. Her diminutive feet step toward the Queen where she curtsies. The deviant strumpet appears to be the consummate ingénue, but her cane wielding hand betrays her look of naiveté.
The Queen likewise steps toward her. She
