When I get inside the manor, despite bein' 'round the Mistress, I feel much better. The heat I got, jus' from walkin' back, got me all tired an' gross feelin'. My skin is real sticky, stray pieces of hair stuck to the back of my neck, my dress clingin' on so tight to my thighs.
"You wanna fan?" Mary asks me, "I already on my way to grab one fo' me."
I nod, real enthusiastic. A fan would be nice in this heat, it so bad that if I were older I'd be worried of swoonin'. Maybe the Mistress will- an' faint as well- never wakin' up. I laugh a little- despite my thought bein' real sinful. I apologize to God, though I don't really mean it.
"You fetch one fo' me as well," The Mistress calls, jus' before Mary outta earshot. She lucky it Mary, fo' if it was me I'd pretend I didn't hear her.
"An' you Corinne, you go open up windows."
I sigh, not in the mood fo' arguin'. If she wants the window open, I'll jus' do it, no complaints.
"Right, 'course," I murmur, more to myself cause she jus' assumes my compliance.
The one in the kitchen sticks some, an' I gotta try pushin' it out a few times before the glass actually swings open. There ain't much of a breeze, but jus' the little bit feels real nice. I stand in its path a little too lon' fo' the Mistress' taste, an' she come back to the kitchen jus' to get me to move.
"This ain't the only window in this manor," she says.
As I go through the rest of the house, she follow me like a shadow. I wanna snap at 'er, ask why she ain't doin' it herself, but I hold my tongue. I too tired to fight, 'sepcially if there ain't no way I can win.
Mary's waitin' fo' us, when we get back down. From far away, when she don't see me watchin' her- she looks real sad, huggin' the fan to 'er heart an' not even usin' it. I dunno why- cause she look like the heat got to 'er jus' as much as it got to me. More maybe.
But when we come up next to her, she smiles an' gives us our fans, openin' up 'er own. She sets a fourth one on the table- probably fo' Miss. Lizabeth.
"Thank you," I say, openin' it up, fast I can. I feel much relief, with the own breeze I create.
"This ain't mine," The Mistress says all squeaky an' high pitched, "I gotta new one, 'member?"
Mary shakes 'er head, "I didn't see no new one in your room."
"You wanna fan?" Mary asks me, "I already on my way to grab one fo' me."
I nod, real enthusiastic. A fan would be nice in this heat, it so bad that if I were older I'd be worried of swoonin'. Maybe the Mistress will- an' faint as well- never wakin' up. I laugh a little- despite my thought bein' real sinful. I apologize to God, though I don't really mean it.
"You fetch one fo' me as well," The Mistress calls, jus' before Mary outta earshot. She lucky it Mary, fo' if it was me I'd pretend I didn't hear her.
"An' you Corinne, you go open up windows."
I sigh, not in the mood fo' arguin'. If she wants the window open, I'll jus' do it, no complaints.
"Right, 'course," I murmur, more to myself cause she jus' assumes my compliance.
The one in the kitchen sticks some, an' I gotta try pushin' it out a few times before the glass actually swings open. There ain't much of a breeze, but jus' the little bit feels real nice. I stand in its path a little too lon' fo' the Mistress' taste, an' she come back to the kitchen jus' to get me to move.
"This ain't the only window in this manor," she says.
As I go through the rest of the house, she follow me like a shadow. I wanna snap at 'er, ask why she ain't doin' it herself, but I hold my tongue. I too tired to fight, 'sepcially if there ain't no way I can win.
Mary's waitin' fo' us, when we get back down. From far away, when she don't see me watchin' her- she looks real sad, huggin' the fan to 'er heart an' not even usin' it. I dunno why- cause she look like the heat got to 'er jus' as much as it got to me. More maybe.
But when we come up next to her, she smiles an' gives us our fans, openin' up 'er own. She sets a fourth one on the table- probably fo' Miss. Lizabeth.
"Thank you," I say, openin' it up, fast I can. I feel much relief, with the own breeze I create.
"This ain't mine," The Mistress says all squeaky an' high pitched, "I gotta new one, 'member?"
Mary shakes 'er head, "I didn't see no new one in your room."
