Chapter 6.
Mother worked as a tea lady at many of the social
and sporting functions in Wattlebird. And she often took me with her so that I could
gain invaluable insight into the machinations of being a tea lady.
Once, she took me along to the Ancient Egyptian
Society’s end-of -year morning tea.
Despite their only being four people to serve tea to—all elderly and
frail — mother treated them as if they were royalty.
‘Such
an honour for my child and me to be serving you tea,’ mother said with a smile
as she waited with her tea trolley. ‘My child and I haven’t been to Egypt as
yet, but I’ve heard they serve the finest tea…or should say, shai?’
At
which point all four present members of the Ancient Egyptian Society raised
their teacups to toast my mother and I.
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