Life at New Bellevue House has settled into a gentle rhythm for the shank of summer. Each weekday, I toddle off to the racing museum to look after wide-eyed tourists while Leesa heads to the theater and her thespian charges. Last evening, Margaret Mary Siobhan, my valet Finial’s termagant wife and our cook, prepared a special dinner, one she was inordinately proud of. She’s a brittle personality in the best of times and Finial is long-suffering. I’m abashed to say she once threatened me with an ancient skillet when she’d got into the liquor cabinet of a Tuesday morning. Strong drink is not her friend. For her, last night’s meal was special and she beamed with pride when serving it.
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