8/10/93 - Tues.
Derek just exploded at Dominick. I've known our precept a long time - not as long as Philip has or Dom, who started here as butler under Winston Rayne - but I've never seen him go off like this. Usually his anger is suppressed beneath a sarcastic remark or a look that makes you feel like an ant, but not this time. I'm really shocked. I thought I knew the man.
Derek was standing on the stairs, reading a letter, I guess. The paper & envelope were magenta. That's an odd color of mail for Derek to be getting. He was totally engrossed. All of a sudden Dominick turned on the vacuum sweeper to clean up some grass that had been tracked onto the carpeting in the entryway.
Derek tromped down the steps, yanked the plug from the wall, and practically screamed at poor Dom that he would appreciate silence occasionally. Dom's jaw dropped. All he said was, "As you wish, Dr. Rayne, I'll deal with this later." His back went stiff and he walked away taking the vacuum cleaner with him.
Our precept left and I've not seen him since. His Jag is gone - I have no idea where he went. I hate it when he takes off in that toy. He's got no sense when he drives it.
What in the hell is going on?
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