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</div>Rikkie pretended that she didn't hear Miss Widcombe's remark.  Miss Widcombe had said it to Rikkie's back, so the woman wouldn't see the hurt in Rikkie's face.  Rikkie was happy in her life as it was, mostly.  To her, it really could only have been better if Rikkie had been born a real girl and if Mr. Widcombe hadn't killed himself.<br/>
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She opened the door to find a beautiful young lady that Rikkie didn't know.  She had long, straight, amber honey colored hair and was dressed in a black dress with a deep vee collar.  Rikkie thought about dying her hair own hair a blonde something like that, but decided that her own red hair color was better because of her freckles.  Rikkie was also a little jealous of the young woman's cleavage.  It wasn't a lot, but practically anything was more than what Rikkie had.<br/>
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The little maid tried a little smile.  This wasn't a happy gathering, but she did feel that guests ought to feel welcome.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Welcome, Ma'am," </span>she said, even thought the woman was youngish, it would never do for a young servant like herself to call an adult guest 'Miss'.  Rikkie continued, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Please let me show you to the parlor.  There is a coffee urn and service there, if you wish.  However, if you wish to use the powder room, then I will show you the way there."</span><br/>
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When they arrived at the parlor, Rikkie gave a gesture that the young woman was welcome to whatever was there.  Then she said,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> "My name is Rikkie.  If there's anything that you need, please let me know and I will see if I can manage it."</span><br/>
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If the young woman dismissed her, and if the doorbell didn't ring right away, Rikkie would see how things were in the kitchen....</span>