Tea for Two
“Do come to tea, Leslie,” she’d said, and Leslie had dressed for the occasion: a cheerful red tie, his best suit, and he spent a bit longer than usual combing over his thinning hair in the bathroom mirror. He’d arrived at the appropriate time. “After my little nap,” Vangie had said, and he was now settled on a sofa in a cozy sitting room and waiting for her to bring in the tea things.
“It’s not much,” she said, when she came briskly into the room carrying a tray. He offered to help, but she wouldn’t let him. “I love serving. With so many servants in London, I rarely get the chance.” She began to pour the tea and pushed a plate of biscuits his way. “Not homemade, but the grocer carries some rather good sweets.”
“You said earlier you don’t often get down here,” he said.
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