Personally, I would have refused to clean up someone else’s vomit. There was a limit to how many times people should clean after other people. There was a boundary to things they should do for other people. And there was no need to push themselves just to please the other party that much. But, the moment I mentioned I needed a mop and a bucket of water, was the moment I gave away that something was wrong in my room. The head servant came in to check. I was humiliated by the fact that my vomit covered the floor and that I couldn’t make it to the bathroom. His kind smile reassured me, but all I could do was stare shamefully at the floor.
He made two of the girls clean it up, while Viola changed my sheets and accompanied me to the main living room. It was early in the morning, when the sun
