“Coffee?” Jake asked, holding up the carafe that Davey had poured.
“No thank you, Sir, I drink tea.”
“Put tea on the grocery list for Marla. This is really outstanding.” Jake went back to eating his meal.
Davey was out of his chair as soon as Jake cleared his plate. He quickly cleaned the kitchen. Then Davey went into his room, made the bed, washed out the sink and hung up his robe. He put his briefs and his clothing from the day before in the hamper he found in his closet. He came out of his room and met Jake in the hallway. “Sir, I put my dirty clothing in the hamper. Do you have a washing machine? I could do a load of whites for both of us.”
“That’s Marla’s job. She also takes the shirts to the laundry and the suits and slacks to the dry cleaners twice a week.” Jake stared down at D
