"Yes, Masters. Matthew is my servant, Alice. But I don't own him, and he is not a slave - not anymore. He is .. well.. my dearest Matthew." Leela walks in from the garden, her hands full of yellow, orange and red flowers. Giving Matthew a quick kiss on the cheek, she turns to the surprised woman. "Good morning Alice."
Smiling, she puts the flowers in a tall cup and fills it with water. "How was your sleep?"
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Date: 2005-11-10 01:21 am (UTC)Smiling, she puts the flowers in a tall cup and fills it with water. "How was your sleep?"