I greeted them in full uniform, opening the door wide, and curtsying almost to the floor as they trooped inside.
“Welcome to our home,” I announced. “The master of the house will be down shortly to greet you.”
“Er… are you Derek’s wife?” his boss, Richard, asked as I took his coat.
I pointed to my nametag.
“I am, sir.”
He smiled uncomfortably. “That’s… uh.
What did you do before you got married?”
“Oh, I retired my dreams the moment I said ‘I do,’” I replied with a placid smile. “Derek prefers it that way.”
The room chilled. Derek, who had just come down the stairs, turned beet red.
“Honey, didn’t we agree that this… joke had gone a bit too far?” He said as he hurried up to greet his colleagues.
“But I’m not joking, sir,” I replied. “I’m fulfilling my proper role as your wife.”
One of Derek’s coworkers, Anita, narrowed her eyes. “Proper role?”
“The homemaker,” I explained brightly.
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