Fend
"Mother, I’m telling you Papa’s gone mad."
"Oh, how bad can it be?"
"Mom, he fired all the help."
She blinked. "All?"
"Every last one. He says he wants us to learn to fend for ourselves."
"I’m, I’m sure this all was a mistake. You, you did say all the help?"
"Everyone."
"Even the gardener, or down at the pool?"
Iris stared a while. "Mother, you didn’t."
"Iris, I don’t think--"
"You and the pool boy? God, what a cliche."
"You don’t think he found out...?"
"I just hope you’re happy with yourself. Espescially when the garbage needs taking out."
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