Prose

Not even the events of the afternoon had prepared Kris for what she
found upon entering the dining room. The large hall was ablaze with light
from the crystal candelabra, reflecting from the china and silver on the
table. Rising from his place at the head of the table, the Marquis took
her hand and led her to the seat at his right, gently lifted the chair
into place and assumed his seat. With a slight motion of his hand, the
Marquis signalled the waiter ...

Overwhelmed by the estate, the Marquis, and the generosity of the
offer, Kris could only nod her assent. The Marquis smiled broadly again
and pressed a button on the desk. Almost immediately a door opened to
admit a petite young woman wearing a traditional maids uniform. The
Marquis began to give instructions, "Deborah, take Kris upstairs to the
guest room, see that she has everything she needs to properly prepare for
dinner this evening. Give her any ...

I first wrote this almost 20 years ago. I put it away and recently brought it out. It needs updating, editting and reworking. This is the beginning draft.


She had been trying to find a job for the better part of a month. Finally, in desperation, she answered the unusual ad in a small local
weekly paper; the ad advertising a position as a light housekeeper and
companion for a well to do gentleman. It really wasn't the sort of job
she was interested in ...