Tuesdays At the Castle
“Lilah was there now, bent over a wax tablet on which she and Ma’am Housekeeper were making seating arrangements for the feast.
“Lilah, we’ve brought lunch,” Celie announced. “And everything in the kitchen is just fine. Cook is prepared for anything.”
Celie sat down and nodded to the maid to put her tray down. She thought she’d be too nervous and upset to eat on the day of the memorial, even before it had become a funeral for her parents, and at breakfast the odor of the eggs and sausage had turned her stomach and sent her scurrying from the room. But now she practically grabbed the lunch tray out of the maid’s hands without waiting for Lilah to even look up.
“I’ll eat in a moment,” Lilah said absently.
“You’d best eat now,” Ma’am Housekeeper said. She scooped up the wax tablet. “It looks well enough, Your Highness. I’ll review it one last time, and show Master Denning.” Master Denning was the head butler. “We’ll make any changes we think necessary, but I don’t think there will be any.”
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