“Yes, ma’am?” I kept my eyes low, fixed on the floorboard knots.
“You work too hard.” She stepped aside, letting me pass, and the smell of her perfume drifted out like a secret. “Rest a little.”
“I thank you, ma’am,” I said. My hands trembled, though I forced calm into my voice.
She smiled faintly, knowing. “You’re too clever for your own good. Always watching, aren’t you?”
I swallowed. Clever could be a compliment from her mouth and a death sentence from his.
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