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Crumplebottom Residence, Brindleton Bay, 1800s

“Now, Bruno, they’ll be none of that whining this evening.” The dissonant plundering of piano keys of the lady of the house, Mrs. Crumplebottom, attacked them even behind the closed door of the kitchen. The usually amicable canine winced at the shriek of a note played off-key and whined again. “I can’t very well do a thing about that either, mind you. I’m just a house maid, not the bloody Queen.” Marta mumbled and shuffled across the tile over to the stove. She gathered fresh tomatoes and oregano from the pantry and started supper. “What do you think, Bruno? Do ya think she’ll be liking this tomato soup on a rainy night like tonight?” The dog laid down in front of the hearth and let out a small sigh, as if even if he could speak, he wouldn’t care enough to respond anyway.

“Well, if it gets her off the piano we won’t have to suffer through such an exhibition.” she chuckled, her accent thick from growing up in Ireland. She was thankful for an opportunity to escape the famine and the poverty that waited patiently for her back home. A she stirred the broth, she let her mind wander back to her hometown. How was mama? And Papa? Suddenly a kernel of guilt and shame heated up in the back of her throat. Before she could worry about any tears, the sauce began to boil.

The hearth crackled. The sauce bubbled and rolled. Thunder rolled outside and the sound of raindrops tapped at the window panes. She was thankful.

She would call for Mrs. Crumplebottom after she ensured dinner service was prepared: the china must be set, the silverware would be spotless, and she would prepare and after supper cocktail for the lady.

The strained sound of Fur Elise hung in the hair like the fog that roiled outside the window. It was choking them all and it must be stopped at all costs.

Finally, Mrs. Crumplebottom retired to dinner. Marta was pleased to see her eating something. She’d been sick for the past few weeks, most likely from the damp. Marta smiled as she watched the slender hands of the rich widow spoon some velvety red sauce into her mouth and smile.

“Oh my dear Marta, this is lovely. You have to make this more often.”

It was not usually customary or polite to speak to the lady of the house unless specifically addressed and definitely not during their meal; however, her position as house maid here at Crumplebottom Estate had been anything but customary so far. The estate was relatively small, at least to Agatha’s late husband’s other properties, which allowed for smaller staff and more informal interactions on behalf of the lady. Marta knew her place, though. So when she thanked Mrs. Crumplebottom for the compliment and assured her that she would indeed make the recipe again, very soon, she made her way back to the kitchen to try a bowl of her own and enjoy the warmth of the hearth. Before she was fully out of the doorway, Agatha slurped and waved her napkin in the air to signal Marta again.

“My lady?” Marta curtsied. Agatha wiped her mouth and tossed the linen napkin, now stained with rusty crimson sauce remnants, onto the dining table.

“My nephew will be here tomorrow. He’s in town on business. Only God knows if it’s actually about business or related to anything other than that mistress of his.” Marta swallowed hard to keep her lips from curling into a grin. “Just put him in the usual room and don’t make any special things for him. I refuse to reward his philandering with cakes and pies. Stupid idiot.” Mrs. Crumplebottom took her spoon and brought it up for another bite. Marta curtsied once more and nodded her head. “Yes ma’am. I will ready the house for his visit. Will there be any other guests joining Master Turner?” Marta asked, partly to prepare for any tasks related to the stay and partly because she wanted to know if he was bringing that horrible friend of his. Agatha finished off her soup and let out a satisfied sigh.

“God, I hope not. I’m ready for my whiskey now.”

Marta cleared the table and took the dishes back to the kitchen for one of the scullery maids to clear. Outside, the rain had stopped and the sun had begun to slip through the breaks in the pillowy clouds. This next week would be busy. Mrs. Crumplebottom would undoubtedly retire to her room after her evening drink, warm and full and awash with the cozy glow of alcohol. Until then, Marta poured a tiny splash of whiskey into her tea when no one else was looking her direction. It had been a long day, and it was about to be an even longer week. “Judge not, lest ye be judged.” she muttered to Bruno.

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