Once again she returns to the kitchen to make hercupoftea and realizes she never turned the stove on to boil the water in the tea kettle, so she turns the dial and adjusts the flame, grabs an apple and a stack of mail that needs attention and heads back into her office and back to me.
One of the servants would bring her a cupoftea, which she drank with Shah Sahib, who also at that time received two slices of grilled-cheese toast, a treat that made his stomach growl, and one that he insured by being of service to the cook, passing his bills without question.