I don’t remember breakfasts like this with the family very often in Atlanta. We seldom ate together as a family unless it was at a restaurant.My fat...er took Charity to the living room and began running through the execution of various basic one-word commands. He put her in the table position, made her crawl, sit up and beg.On a day like this, I would usually be ensconced in a game of Fortnite on Xbox. I considered leaving the house and going out to look at pretty girls in the neighborhood.My. “Is this Larry?” asked Maureen. Her voice was silky and she sounded super sexy.I said, “Yes, this is Larry; is this Maureen?”“Call me Mistress Maureen, you little dirt bag slave,” she answered, and I knew her and Patty had planned something. Patty was probably on another line at Maureen’s. No sooner did I think of that that Patty made her presence known.“Tell Maureen how you gave me some French kisses on my butt,” said Patty.I could hear both girl’s giggling and Maureen asked, “Did you slave?”I. She slowly opened up the journal and couldn't wait to read her mother's juicy details. She knew Wendy had a secret or two. As she began to read her mind got lost in the diary.May 16, 1985< - said the first entry.Dear Diary,I saw Chris McDowell today and I know he wanted to talk to me, but I was rushing to get home because I knew Samuel would be home that day from college. Ever since he'd left for college, my heart had felt so empty... Chelsea sighed and held the diary against her chest. "Oh mom. I might consider it for one or two other doors here, but I don't think it is necessary for the wine cellar. Nobody would dare to steal from me. If they were caught I might say 'Off with his head', instead of just 'Off with his hand'."Robinson just managed to keep a straight face and a calm voice as he said, "Very good, Sir. Will that be all, Sir?"The following day was that most difficult of days, Robinson's first formal public duties in his new rôle as butler to His Magnificence, the Emir.