Two
It was several weeks later when Daisy was asked to deliver a tray to the north tower again. Then, on a dreary, rainy morning, both Mrs. Hughes and Mrs. Patmore were indisposed and Daisy was ordered to perform the task.
Daisy told herself that if she could do it once, she could do it again. Besides, she hadn't even seen whomever or whatever lived in the north wing of the abbey the first time. She simply had to do the same as before. Unlock the door, keep her gaze down, drop off the tray and leave.
"Well, well, well," Thomas smirked as he leaned against the wall outside the servant's dining room, "Got you doing their dirty work again."
Daisy held her head high, ignoring him.
"Tell me," Thomas continued, following her, "What does the monster look like?"
"You'll never know, Thomas Barrow," Daisy commented haughtily, "Because they don't trust you like they do me."
Thomas scoffed, "As if I'd want to be their delivery boy."
He continued tailing her until she reached the threshold of the north wing. Thomas plucked a piece of toast from the tray and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Hey!" Daisy called but he was already retreating, half-laughing, half-choking on the pilfered bread.
Daisy hurried down the shadowy corridor, gritting her teeth and gripping the tray so tightly her knuckles were white.
Reaching the door, she carefully unlocked it and pushed it open.
"I'm sorry about the toast," she said, not sure why she was explaining anything, "That prat Thomas took a piece and I couldn't go back for more."
Daisy kept her gaze on the table, setting the tray down carefully and wiping her hands on her apron. Then, just as quickly, she turned and headed towards the door. Before leaving, she thought she heard a quiet voice speak.
"Thank you."
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