That night, Tabitha tossed and turned on the couch restlessly. She would crack her eyes open from time to time just to glance in Camille's direction.

Soon, the night was over. Nothing happened at all.

When Tabitha woke up in the morning, she was so tired that she kept yawning the whole time. Camille knew what was troubling the housekeeper, yet she still asked on purpose, "Did you not sleep well last night, Tabitha?"

"No," the older woman replied instinctively. Then she lied: "It's just that