Run Me a Bath
~Jaylene~ I’m exhausted, and it’s only 530 pm. I’ve been cleaning and cooking all day. I haven’t had a moment to myself. I’ve never been one to look down on domestic servants. I always believed that their work is hard and they expend a lot of energy to keep a house running. Going through this experience has done nothing but prove my point. I sit on a stool in the kitchen, my legs threatening to give out. I really just want a hot bath and my bed. I can’t complain, though. Even though I don’t remember that clause, I do know my signature. This is a living lesson to always read a contract thoroughly before signing. I hear the front door open and close. I sigh and stand on my aching feet. I grab a platter and walk it to the dining room, setting it down on the table. Monroe stands in the do
- Yazar
