Year 1847
She stood on the stool as she balanced herself on her tiptoes to clean the shelves above her.
"Katie!" Aunt Sally exclaimed, looking at Katherine's stance on the old wooden stool as it shook slightly, "How many times do I have to repeat myself not to stand that way? And where's Ralph?"
"I'll be fine, you worry for nothing and besides I'm almost done," Katie replied, getting down the stool and dusting her hands together, "He said something about taking a break," the elder woman scowled upon hearing it.
"He's gone to meet Velma, hasn't he?"
Katie shrugged her shoulders in response as she went to pick up the bucket from the ground. Her Aunt Sally had planned to clean the house with Katie and her son Ralph's help today, but Ralph had escaped from work as per usual.
"I'm so glad that I have you. What would I do without you?" said her aunt, making Katie smile.
"Uncle Desmond and Ralph would have driven you mad?"
