Karen Witemeyer Quote
You’ve been good for him, you know. For all of us, really, but especially for the master. Nicole’s pulse sped at the thought even as her mind discounted the comment as illogical. I don’t see how you could think that. I’ve been here less than a week, and before today he avoided my company as much as possible. A knowing grin curved the housekeeper’s lips. You’re young, dearie. You don’t have the experience to see what I can. Believe me, I’ve noticed a change in him since your arrival. That burden he’s been carrying for the last year and a half has been grinding him down with its weight month after month, draining his life like an insatiable leech. Then you came, and it was as if the load lightened. As Nicole opened her mouth to respond, Mrs. Wellborn hurried to add, And not just because you’re helping him transcribe all those notebooks of his. She winked at Nicole over her teacup, and Nicole immediately raised her own cup to her lips, desperate for an excuse to drop her gaze. You give him something to think about besides those horrible boilers. Something much more uplifting, if you ask me.
You’ve been good for him, you know. For all of us, really, but especially for the master. Nicole’s pulse sped at the thought even as her mind discounted the comment as illogical. I don’t see how you could think that. I’ve been here less than a week, and before today he avoided my company as much as possible. A knowing grin curved the housekeeper’s lips. You’re young, dearie. You don’t have the experience to see what I can. Believe me, I’ve noticed a change in him since your arrival. That burden he’s been carrying for the last year and a half has been grinding him down with its weight month after month, draining his life like an insatiable leech. Then you came, and it was as if the load lightened. As Nicole opened her mouth to respond, Mrs. Wellborn hurried to add, And not just because you’re helping him transcribe all those notebooks of his. She winked at Nicole over her teacup, and Nicole immediately raised her own cup to her lips, desperate for an excuse to drop her gaze. You give him something to think about besides those horrible boilers. Something much more uplifting, if you ask me.