My Sister Let Her Son Call Me a Servant at Dinner While Living in My Grandmother’s Estate

effect it produced the first time had been judged satisfactory and was worth repeating.

“Servants must come when called,” Oliver announced.

He was twelve years old, all angles and attitude, sitting at my sister Heather’s right hand with the posture of someone who had been told to sit up straight so many times it had calcified into a kind of performance.continue reading …