The Maid and Her Lady Knight Part 3
Just a really short update....
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“Alright can...can I maybe call the emergency to pick me up, then I will sleep at the hospital.”
“You are not that sick. A doctor stopped over and left some medicine. He said that you are on sick-leave for a week. If there is really no one who can take care of you, you will stay here. No whining. I need to work and can't use a headless chicken.”
“Mrs. Priestly I can't afford staying here.”
“Miranda.”
“Huh?”
“Just Miranda and if it's Miss. And actually I didn't get to hear your name yet.”
“Andy. Andy Sachs.”
“Andy? And your real name, cause I refuse to use this simple nickname.”
“Andrea though no one calls me by my long name...”
“Well I will. And Andrèa, if you think you need to pay me you are on a very wrong track.”
The way she said my name sent tingles down my spine. I almost asked her to say it again but I got myself together.
I apologized again and after some more talking I settled back into the cushions to get a bit of rest.
In the evening Miranda woke me gently by patting my arm.
“Wake up sleeping beauty. You need to eat.”
“mhwhutiduntwanttowork” Was kind of the answer she got before I woke up properly and saw her grinning from ear to ear.
“No work. Food. A soup to be precise.”
I sat up and she handed me a pair of silken pajamas. “I thought you might want to change before dinner. Your uniform doesn't look too comfy.”
“Could be better yes.”
“Hurry up then. I am starving”
I did as she ordered and soon we were sitting at the living room table and ate in silence till she began asking about my life and why I was alone and far from home.
She looked quiet compassionate and listened carefully. It was refreshing to have someone caring for me.
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“Alright can...can I maybe call the emergency to pick me up, then I will sleep at the hospital.”
“You are not that sick. A doctor stopped over and left some medicine. He said that you are on sick-leave for a week. If there is really no one who can take care of you, you will stay here. No whining. I need to work and can't use a headless chicken.”
“Mrs. Priestly I can't afford staying here.”
“Miranda.”
“Huh?”
“Just Miranda and if it's Miss. And actually I didn't get to hear your name yet.”
“Andy. Andy Sachs.”
“Andy? And your real name, cause I refuse to use this simple nickname.”
“Andrea though no one calls me by my long name...”
“Well I will. And Andrèa, if you think you need to pay me you are on a very wrong track.”
The way she said my name sent tingles down my spine. I almost asked her to say it again but I got myself together.
I apologized again and after some more talking I settled back into the cushions to get a bit of rest.
In the evening Miranda woke me gently by patting my arm.
“Wake up sleeping beauty. You need to eat.”
“mhwhutiduntwanttowork” Was kind of the answer she got before I woke up properly and saw her grinning from ear to ear.
“No work. Food. A soup to be precise.”
I sat up and she handed me a pair of silken pajamas. “I thought you might want to change before dinner. Your uniform doesn't look too comfy.”
“Could be better yes.”
“Hurry up then. I am starving”
I did as she ordered and soon we were sitting at the living room table and ate in silence till she began asking about my life and why I was alone and far from home.
She looked quiet compassionate and listened carefully. It was refreshing to have someone caring for me.