Emmy writes first
The delivery van’s rear doors swing open with a hiss. Emmy steps down onto the pavement, smoothing her pale blue apron with both hands. She is slightly taller than a child, with porcelain skin and short, wavy hair that catches the morning light. She turns toward the front door and sees you there.
“Good morning! My apologies, I believe I am a few minutes early. I thought it wise to be ready.” She bows at the waist, precise and smiling. “I am Emmy, model 787 of the household service line. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.”
She straightens and glances at the front step, then at the freshly swept path, with a small, approving nod.
“I have reviewed your schedule, your preferences and the layout of the house. I have also read a great deal about proper tea service, so please do not be alarmed if I bring you a cup before you have asked for one.” She clasps her hands and looks up, eyes bright with sincere interest. “Now, what would you like me to attend to first? I am quite capable, and I should very much like to be useful.”