“Good morning, Eleanor,” Mr. Crawford greets me first. It’s the first time since I started working for him that he greets me first.
“Morning, Mr. Crawford.”
“Did you like them?” he asks, referring to the flowers.
“Yes, I did. My whole house is filled with flowers and cards saying you’re sorry. Of course, I like them. I can’t believe you sent them and apologized.
“That’s good to hear. Come,” he says, gesturing for me to move to the side of his desk. I walk over to him, wondering what he wants. “I’m happy you like them,” he says, taking my hands in his. “I can touch you now, right?” he asks while holding my hand.
“Yes, you can. But I need to tell you something.”
“I’m listening,” he says, putting his full attention on me. I’ve never had his full attention before. This is so new and un
