I opened the door to the kitchen, put my bag on the table and walked to the answering machine. I hit the button and listened to His voice, deep and sharp in tone asking me where I was. I picked the phone up and dialed his cell number and listened nervously as it rang, counting, one ring, two rings, three, and still no answer.
I laid the phone in its cradle and walked to the living room and turned on the lights there. Picked up his favorite lap cover and laid it across his chair, hoping that when he came home he would just go there and relax as I made his coffee and brought him his paper.
I turned back to the kitchen and prepared his coffee and set aside a plate with muffins to snack on while I made dinner. I scrubbed potatoes and browned the meat and prepared it as he liked. I heard the door open and felt the draft of cold winter air hitting the back of my legs. I moved to the sink and washed my hands and turning with the towel in my hands drying them. I walked towards him and kneeled at his side. Laying the towel on the table, I asked him, what can your one get for you Sir?
He looked at me, almost scornful. I want one thing from you, an answer to my question. I looked at him, almost in shock because I could not remember what the question he was talking about.
Almost afraid to ask, I looked down at the floor and stuttered out, what question would that be my Master? He put his finger under my chin, and asked, where were you today? Lifting my face to him, I had no choice but to look into his eyes. I stammered, I was at the market getting fresh meat and vegetables Sir.
