Seventy three

Fiona.

It was a dream. Fey wasn’t really here and it never occurred. I dress up in a red floral dress that stops before my knees as I head downstairs. I look at the new housekeeper and she comes to greet me.

Where is Cult? I ask and she faces me immediately.

She has such a bright smile but I don’t remember her to be the house keeper that Victoria hired in the house. We look like we are the same age and I kind of feel bad that she is cooped up here as a house keeper.

What is your name? I don’t recall seeing your face. I say.

“Oh, I’m Eve.” My mother couldn’t make it today and so, I will help on her behalf. I hope you don’t mind. She said she spoke to Mr Cult about it.

“Oh, I didn’t know.” I reply and he drops the laundry basket.

Do you need me to make breakfast for you? What would you like? I can make everything. She says with delight but I certainly do not have an appetite for anything.

No, it’s fine. I don’t need anything. I do not have an appetite. I reply as I head into the kitchen