<strong>Day Two-</strong>preparations for Mr. Markham<br/><br/>Irene was startled by the big man’s presence by the stairs.  She’d been right; he was tall.<br/><br/>She gave him a lifted shoulder shrug.  “As you wish, Mr. Markham.  I’ll make the request for bathwater.”  She gave him a look up and down.  “You might require extra.  Water,” she clarified, then followed his gaze down to her feet.  Hell, this was what she was wearing?  "You want to wash<em>my</em>feet?"  Irene pulled a face and turned away to make her water request of the kitchen staff.  They were not pleased and she didn’t care.  She asked for a bread and some butter and the cook put them in a basket, shoved it into Irene’s arms and then, Irene was pretty sure she insulted her as she pushed her out of the kitchen.  Irene just smiled.<br/><br/>Returning to Mr. Markham, Irene gestured for the stairs and led the way since the man didn’t move.  "I'd guess your clock started now, sunshine."<br/><br/>=--> Irene’s Room<br/>