As Mrs. Engel laid the food on the table, Deirdre beckoned to her. "Come on, eat with us."

"M-Me?" Mrs. Engel was apprehensive. "I, uh, don't think that's appropriate! Domestic workers like me don't eat with their employers on the same table like that, Mrs. Brighthall. I'll just have my meal in the kitchen…"

"Oh, it's nothing. Brendan cares about these rules because it's part of his upbringing, but we don't. Since he's not here with us today, just join us at the table. Makes cleaning up easier