He was there. Trying his best to not to look at the food buffet in front of him and salivate his whole mouth. Even his other co-employees can see that he is really hungry and his stomach growling is getting kind of annoying too.
I faced his general direction and nodded him in an attempt to go beside me. He caught my drift and started going near me. While he was walking towards me, he did not only tripped once but thrice.
Finally he was in front of me. His face shows evident signs of deep sagging eye bags and paling cheeks. His eyes looks sullen and dripping with watery tears.
He positioned the towel in his arms and talked to me in a funny kind of British accent. “How would I assist you today Master Phillip? Perhaps would you like me to assist you in the morning bath?”
I nodded my head and denial. “I don't want a bath. Anyway, come sit beside me.”
He indeed sat beside me. “Would you like me to cut your food into tiny pieces and place it into your mouth?”
“No… no. I called you here because I want you to eat with me. Do you think I can finish all of these Chicken.” I pointed at the spiced chicken at my plate.
“This is unlike of you master but if I did follow your orders, the head butler might get me fired or worse.”
“Worse? Don't be so absurd. I'll talk to the head butler. And that reminds me.” I called all the maids and servants around me and invited them to eat. They were afraid to grab a leg of lamb at first but once one of them grabbed a handful of Curry Chicken, other soon followed. They filled their hands with all the food they could grab and chocked them all to their mouths.
I looked at the hungry butler beside me. “Anyway, what is your name?”
He swallowed a mushroom omelet. “Gerry Castigore Wantu, sir. But sir, thank you for the food. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning.” He forked the other half of the omelet and chocked it full in his mouth.
He soon washed it down with a glistering Iced Tea.
“Why haven't you eaten?”
He swallowed another bite of another food. “My mother is sick at the vineyard and the head enslaver won't let me see her. I tried to see her again but the head butler saw me meddling with the farm affairs so he locked me in the cellar and I was only freed this midnight.” Tears began to bead in his eyes and then dripped heavily on the floorboards. I looked for some handkerchief in my pajamas surprisingly I found one. I gave the ornate handkerchief and he immediately blew his mucus reserves.
“Slavery? I thought Abraham Lincoln abolished it.” I swear I read that info on the almanac 2003.
“I think you are mistaken sir. Abraham Lincoln promoted slavery. And why would he abolish it?” He sneezed another handful of snot while eating a mouthful of yang chow rice.
Suddenly, a large man stormed through the door. He was wearing the underside of a tuxedo with bloody reddish stain at the arms. That bitchy woman was beside him and horrified face was stamped to her bitchy face.
Everyone stopped eating and looked at the general direction where the bloodied man was standing. Some servants started to back away while some hid themselves at the linen table cloth.
“First he was doing uncivilized manners and now this? See father, Phillip is out of his mind.” That bitchy woman said.
The large man walked towards one of the maids and castrated her with one of his large hairy hands. “Who told you that you can eat my son's breakfast? Who told you!?” he lifted her up and smashed her at the ground. The maid struggled to remove my assumed father's hands but her undernourished limbs failed her. She gave up in fighting and instead pointed her crinkly arms at my direction.
“Don't you dare lie to me slave!” he lifted her neck once again and smashed her bloodied head at the floorboard. She looked at me at the eyes before losing her consciousness. I can't let this happen any longer. I ran in front of my father and raised both of my arms.
“It's true father. I did order them to eat the buffet.” His angry faced watered down to a blank expression.
“Was this some kind of prank again Phillip? Did you poison the food so you can kill my slaves and take revenge on me for sending you to remedial classes?” he said on a deep groaning voice.
I looked at the slaves and they seem surprised when father said poison. “Poison? No dad. They are hungry and I couldn't even eat it all. It's all going to waste anyway so I thought ‘why not share it?’”
“Why didn't you just order the slaves to throw the leftovers at the compost pit like you always used to?”
“I decided dad I must change for the better.”
“Well if you are going to be like that then I think that you can take care of the ‘slave'” he nodded at the bloodied maid's direction. “Afterwards, clean this mess and go to Mrs. Garamond to restart your etiquette lessons. And come see me this evening. Is that clear young man?” I nodded my head in agreement.
He turned behind and walked back to the hallway. That bitchy sister followed but before leaving, she tongued me. Father noticed this. “Perhaps you'll be retaking Mrs. Garamond's classes too.” She nodded her head in denial.
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