The Perfect Butler
Published Sep 28, 2010
My name is Butler Laurent. Miss Grace Ann is currently retrieving her breakfast from the refrigerator, where I stored it at 4 o'clock this morning. The Browning household runs smoothly. I make certain of that, just as I did for Master Browning's family when he and his younger brother Sebastian and baby sister Myrielle-Elise were children. A butler's workday never ends, but on those occasions when I find myself with free time, I remember how things used to be for the Brownings. Theirs is an old family, and has been touched by some of the oldest families in Sunset Valley. It is almost enough to bring tears to one's eye, but best to leave what's past in the past. Still, little Jasmine reminds me so of her aunt Myrielle-Elise, and is always asking to hear stories of the old houses or the way things used to be. Luckily, I'm the butler, and a butler's workday never ends. I smile, pat the little tyke on the head, and tell her that someday we may sit down and have a long chat. But, what then . . .