Gladys stood in the kitchen with Joan in front of her. She sighed exasperatedly and then handed a tray to her.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this. Just drop the tray and come right back down, okay,” the woman said, and Joan nodded excitedly.

“Oh, aunt, I will be right back,” Joan responded humbly, leaving the kitchen to where she was sent.

Joan rushed the stairs, as she was curious to take a look at the upper interior of the house. It was only her second day there and Gladys, the woman who helped her get the job, had been watching her like a hawk, so she didn’t have...