Gwendolyn quickly walked about the house telling the servants to work faster.
Her husband was due home any minute and the house needed to be perfect. She walked across the freshly scrubbed floors into the nursery and checked on the baby who was being sung to by his nanny. Pleased that John was quiet, she left to inquire about that night’s dinner, hopefully the cook didn’t forget to put the pepper on the roast.
At a quarter past five, Edgar Harper arrived home from his job as the Dean of Science at New York University. His wife and the housekeeper, Janice, who promptly took his coat and hat, greeted him at the door.
“How was your day, darling?” Gwen cheerfully asked whilst quickly fixing her hair but Edgar just walked past and headed to his office. Janice shot a sympathetic look towards the missus, she deserved better than him. But it wasn’t her place to say anything.
“That’s great, dear. My day was fine too, thanks for asking.” Gwen murmured to herself. She honestly didn’t know why she continually asked him how his day was. She hadn’t received a response since the stock market fell two years ago. She knew she should have been happy that they were still able to keep the house and the staff after the crash, but she couldn’t help but feel that she would rather be poor and happy then rich and miserable. She quickly scolded herself. How dare she be ungrateful for her good fortune? She had a son to take care of and a roof over her head. What more could she ask for? Continue reading