{IRIS}
But soon, her requests began to grow.
At first:
"Iris, could you fetch my parcel from the lobby? Thank you!"
"Iris, can you grab me a sandwich? I'm simply starving."
Then:
"Carry these for me, would you? They're heavy."
"Run ahead and claim us a spot in the café!"
"Oh—and grab this, and that, and perhaps this trunk too—yes, that one."
Her voice was always bright, always lilting with charm—yet her commands were unmistakable.
Caroline did not ask.
She commanded.
But… I was stronger than she was, physically. And she always bought food for both of us when she sent me to fetch hers. A kindness. A small one, but a kindness nonetheless.
So I told myself it was fine.
That she was simply lively, and confident, and used to comfort.
