Fork on the left. Knife on the right turned with the sharp edge toward the plate so no one could be accidentally cut. Then comes the spoon, then soup spoon, salad fork, desert fork.
He remembered all the details from his years of service as a butler. He set four places – as many as his humble table would hold. Once done, he stood by the window, and took in the view. Fifty years of service for a gold watch and this.
There would be no meal. Had there been anyone to ask, he would have said he wanted to keep in practice. Just in case.
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Jan Wayne Fields
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