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prepared for that question and was not further prepared for the huge lump that seemed to be making itself a regular guest in my throat. I opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out. I quickly looked down to hide my quickly misting eyes.
     
    Why now!? Of all times!
     
    I mentally damned myself for letting the dam of tears loose. Tears dripped down my cheeks as quickly as I wiped them away.
     
    “Aye, Missus and Sir, would ya like yer dinner served in ‘ere?”
     
    A small voice asked in a thick accent. I turned to see a waifish looking serving girl no more than fifteen years old.
     
    “Bring out the cart Mary and then you may go home.” Fredrick said casting a furtive glance at me. I managed to control my tears as I excused myself to clean up.
     
    I went up to my bedroom and saw that even Naza had a little dinner brought up to her. A bowl of thick cuts of beef in a gravy sauce and little chunks of potatoes and carrots. She was gulping it down with gusto. I stroked her head and whispered to her a little. She thumped her tail against the backside of her bed.
     
    I heard my name being called from downstairs, so I told Naza good bye and prepared myself for dinner with my new boss.
     
    We ate in the same room, with the exception of “telly trays” as he called them. Little tables used by an individual that were high enough to eat off of while sitting in a chair. I had never seen anything like them before and told him so.
     
    “Yes, they’re quite old but not really stylish. They are made out of a material that has not been manufactured in hundreds of years. Plastic, yes it was called plastic. I use them here because it’s such an informal place as it is.” I nodded and looked down at my plate.
     
    Thin strips of smoky flavored beef dripping in a flavorful sauce were arranged prettily on my plate. It was accompanied by mashed potatoes mixed in with green herbs and butter. On a separate plate, a lush green salad with baby corn, carrots, kidney beans, and croutons were waiting.
     
    “As you can see we do not even have a formal dining room here.” He said.
     
    “Please don’t wait for me Lily, I have never appreciated the ‘waiting for the host’ way of thinking.” I glanced up at him and he merely sipped at his wine.
     
    I began to eat as he told me a little of his own personal history.
     
    He told me he stayed out in Alcott once every 6 months. He let the serving girl, Mary stay here rent free when he was away.
     
    “Where is she now?” I inquired, remembering how he sent her away.
     
    “I rent out a room for her while I am here. I would never kick her out on the street. My one rule while she is here is that she keeps things tidy and does not venture down into the basement. I have personal articles that I do not necessarily want her to view.” I nodded at this as if everyone had secrets in their basements.
     
    He went on to tell me he had been married many years ago but his wife passed away mysteriously. He grieved for many months but it didn’t do anything to convince his wife’s relatives that he wasn’t responsible for her passing. When they began to whisper tales of foul play in the authorities’ ears, he packed his then five year old son and moved to the countryside.
     
    “Her relatives were closed minded, backward beasts.” He peered at me, as if gauging my reaction. I continued to eat the wonderful meal and hardly took notice of his harsh adjectives. I also knew what it’s like to feel strongly about someone so I was in no position to judge.
     
    “When she passed, tongues wagged, eyes pierced and I nearly lost my son. The only thing I had in this world to remind me of Emrah. I took my son and fled. We settled in Hartsford, St. Marhen’s sister city, perhaps you have heard of it?” He looked at me again, seeming to know all. I ignored the question and continued eating.
     
    “Hartsford is a large city, not as large as St. Marhen, but large enough. Our house is very isolated