Keeping Him On

“Why do you keep him on, Mother? The man’s the merest sot.”

“Now now, Katharine. Monsieur Jaques has never been drunk in my presence.”

“He’s never been sober! Look at him out there. See? He’s looking for the shears he just put in his pocket.”

“He has been with the house since I was a girl, Katharine. He knows this garden better than anyone else ever could. And look at the roses.”

“I think that has more to do with the soil than anything. You’re not doing the old man any favors.”

“Fortunately it’s not your decision. Not yet, anyway.”

 

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