I listen to the sound of the bell I have just lifted from the dining table echo in my house. I mean, our house. Well, actually, his house.
Samuel walks in, poses like the flagpole atop Buckingham Palace, and asks in his tranquil voice.
How I wish I could hear in that voice, just once, even a hint at some sort of emotion of his own.
'Very nice cheeseboard here, Samuel, but I think I just fancy a bit of caviar to go with the biscuits.'
'I shall have Robert serve it right away, milady.'
Three minutes later I am splashing caviar onto a biscuit which is on top of a piece of moose cheese. I turn my creation upside down――fun, isn't it? Now my cheese and biscuit seem to adorn the mound of caviar like a glacé cherry would a fairy cake――or so I believe, since fairy cakes are such a distant memory now it feels like they belong to another lifetime.
I devour the mixture, here alone with my withered thoughts and withered body, in his massive dining room.