Bertie and the Sad Occurrence

by Bena Glinney

A series of drabbles from Bertie's birth through about a year after his parents' death.

47. Seppings

I snuck down the servants' corridor and into the kitchen. I didn't see Kati anywhere.

"May I help you, Master Bertie?"

"What? Oh, Seppings, yes. I was looking for Kati." Seppings raised an eyebrow but made no comment.

"I believe Kati is upstairs tending to the fireplaces. Is something wrong, Master Bertie?"

I waved my hands. "Oh, no, no, just wanted to ask her a question is all. Thanks awfully. Tootle pip."

I backed out of the kitchen and made my way upstairs. If Seppings ever questioned me again on it I'd simply claim I'd needed help on a memory of mother or father. Orphans always get off the hook when they mention their dead parents.