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I then returned to my Duties. As I lifted a plant back onto its<br />
pedestal—the pot had fortunately not broken—I observed the<br />
Grandmother, at the top of the staircase now, observing me. Her<br />
expression (at a distance, however, emotions are more difficult to<br />
discern) was comparable to disdain. She abruptly turned then,<br />
and hand-in-hand with the Boy, walked past the portrait, down<br />
the upstairs hall, and into the regions of the Manor with which I<br />
am unfamiliar.<br />
On days of rain, my Mistress, in especial, requires more<br />
tending than usual. As usual, I brush her hair, while she<br />
watches her programs. Her preferred program is one entitled<br />
Mossgrave Mansion, which illustrates the private life of a wealthy<br />
family. Though watching television is not among my duties, I<br />
have over-observed and heard many fragments of this program<br />
in particular. Over the course of a year, the principle character<br />
on Mossgrave Mansion, Lady Mossgrave, has been kidnapped,<br />
blackmailed, buried alive, accused of arson, accused of murder,<br />
and even murdered (though she continues to live). “Why can’t<br />
my life be like that” my Mistress will say to me, sighing, while I<br />
brush her hair. My Mistress is an intricate woman.<br />
When she grows bored of television, my Mistress will ask<br />
me to read to her (there are a million texts in my Reservoir), or<br />
transmit music. When her boredom is extreme she will even,<br />
though she does not excel at games, challenge me to a game of<br />
checkers. While I have yet to be defeated, I have found it beneficial,<br />
on occasion, to permit her an artificial victory.<br />
“I’m so bored,” said my Mistress, that day, as I brushed<br />
her hair.<br />
Though as a rule my Mistress is easily bored, I consider it<br />
a failing when I cannot amuse her.<br />
“Would you care to play checkers, Mistress” I asked her.<br />
She pressed her lips together, but did not answer. From<br />
this I understood that, while she truly did wish to play, she<br />
preferred to do so at her own request, only. Experience informed<br />
me that she would allow several minutes to pass, and then make<br />
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