Chapter 4: A lady’s thigh (2)
"Mavis and Edwin hired odd people in my absence. I give you three days," Rafael said, looking away from the maid he knew to be named Annalise because her name had been said two times by Mavis.
"To show you my thigh?" Annalise tilted her head, not seeing why he wanted to wait three days to see her thigh.
Rafael once again turned to face Annalise who was undoubtedly insane. "I don't want to see your thigh. I was referring to how many days it will take for you to be fired. I won't help you again."
"Oh," Annalise released her dress. "I was only offering to show you my thigh so you could get over me seeing your sword. I should get back to my job, right?" She added as Rafael just stared at her.
'Sword?' Rafael thought it was a creative way of speaking about a man's manhood. 'I give her a day.'
She was quite different from the other maids, who got silent when he entered a room. Rafael already saw why she was turning the rest of Mavis's hair white. This maid spoke what was on her mind, perhaps to the wrong person many times, but as long as she stayed out of his bedroom, he didn't mind her staying employed. It was up to her to be on her best behaviour around Mavis.
"Sweetheart!"
"Good morning mother," Rafael turned his attention to the second entrance of the dining room where his mother walked in from. His mother, Beatrice Callahan, practically skipped to the table.
"Good morning," Beatrice smiled cheerfully at Rafael and wrapped her arms around him to make up for the time they had lost due to his travels. "It's good to have you back. You are not hurt, right?" She asked, squeezing his cheeks with the palms of her hands as she turned his head left and right to inspect his face. "Good," she sighed in relief.