OSWALD had finally met all the conditions Orlanda gave, and so they were now an item. They were now officially dating.

This morning, Orlanda was up early. She needed to prepare his breakfast and she made it with so much care, laying out the tray with everything he liked, toast, bacon, eggs, freshly squeezed juice, and that special tea blend he always wanted. She placed it all carefully on the dining table, arranging everything just the way he preferred it. Then she stood beside him as he ate, watching his every movement like she used to, like she did when she was his maid. She was even dressed in her...