I at last finish after much verbal encouragement. Her servant’s hands graciously dab away excess moisture. As I kneel and she reties the strings there is the sound of motion in the corridor. Then another feminine voice at the doorway.
“Oh, what a cute little girl!”
Madam Lisette looks up and smiles. She tweaks my right n****e.
“The girl needed assistance.”
I cannot help pondering what her comment would have been if I had been seen moments earlier performing as Madam’s little fountain.
Ms. Monique
I must temper my deportment as the train waits in Albany station. The schedule mandates that we meet the east bound train from Chicago to Boston and it is late. During the interlude, rather than close the blinds, I find it more entertaining to leave such open and watch the reaction of onlook
