Ellie
Mr. Otis asked me what time I would like dinner and where. Trina would serve it as he was to attend the gala. “Can I eat with her in the kitchen? It’s only me, I’d rather not sit in the dining room alone.”
He nods smiling and I ask if I can eat now. I want to go down to the ballroom and window watch for a bit.
Trina smiles cheerfully from the doorway to the kitchen area. Her bubbly personality cheers me up.. All the maids here have been remarkably sweet to me. Cynthia, Nina, Mary and Trina; though if I’m honest Trina is my favorite. I follow her and she sets my plate on the big island there. She sits to eat with me and I watch her black curls bouncing as she talks animatedly. I ask her about college classes, and she launches into a rambling account of her last few days. I help h
