“Beta Sullivan, today’s milled corn’s looking coarser than usual. Is that supposed to happen?”
Kendra chuckled at the question.
Normally she’d have no knowledge on that, but her love for reading had made her quite the expert. “Well, technically, no… but it does sometimes happen, Mavis.” She addressed the short, chubby woman with raven dark hair. “And I’ve told you to call me Kendra.”
“I’m sorry, Milady— I mean, Kendra…” The older woman corrected with a soft chuckle, “That is going to take some time to get used to.”
Kendra giggled. “No problem. Take all the time you need. Now back to the corn… you’ll have to mill it again. Keep doing it until the fineness is up to your taste, alright?”
“Yes, mi—Kendra.”
Kendra laughed out loud as she watched the older woman leave, going back to her wo
