An Acquired TasteChapter 8
The day had begun much like any other in the big kitchen at Squires Lodge, with Mrs Toon trying to do six things at once, while Violet panicked over putting Lady Margot’s breakfast tray together yelling, “ I’ll swing for that bitch; I swear!” Jamaker had come down the service stairs, just managing to avoid colliding with Violet before a wonderfully warm smell of breakfast enveloped her. “Oh it’s you now is it Miss Jamaker! Well it’s a bloody madhouse here I can tell you!” Unobtrusively...