A Lady of Leisure

Desmond threw open the heavy curtains covering the window.

“Good lord!” A woman cried from her sofa, raising her arms to shield her eyes. “What is that burning light in the sky?!”

“That, my lady, is called The Sun,” the manservant responded in a flat voice.

“But, my god, Desmond, it’s so… bright!” The woman said. “Be a dear and turn it down just a touch, would you?”

He raised an eyebrow imperceptibly.

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