TWENTY TWO

Mary stared wide eyed at the broken plates and glasses on the ground. Then she slowly, painfully, with her heart beating fast like a drum, she looked up to face the old woman standing in front of her.

“Is this what you do?”

Emma asked with fire burning in her eyes

“Are you this careless and clumsy?”

Mary’s lips trembled as she tried to open her mouth to say a word.

“I…… I ……. I’m sorry Ms. Emma”

“I am not interested in hearing your apologies, this is all you low class people are good for, you can never be up to any good”

Could feel the tears starting to sting at the corner of her eyes.

“Do you know how close you were to hurting me? You this clumsy maid”.

“I am sorry mam, it was not my intention to hurt you at all I promise”

“Be quiet you this incompetent and disoriented low class human. I would have asked you to replace all of these that you have destroyed, but I am pretty sure you would not even be able to afford it”

Mary wiped her eyes with th