Much to Michael’s surprise and joy, he got to work with Anderson and Joan for a little while. The Trainer gave him a sheet of questions with their proper answers, and had him drill Joan while Anderson herself watched. Every once in a while, Anderson would change Joan’s posture, covering about twenty different positions in all. She used a combination of voice commands and hand signals, and Michael frantically took notes as often as he could. The questions were about housekeeping and wardrobe maintenance and jewelry and... oh, they went on and on. Yet, Joan never missed a single one. Whether kneeling or standing or even crouched in a penitent bow, she could rattle off the way to clean linen of wine stains, set an informal breakfast table, care for opals, or tell mink from fox. Again, it was totally devoid of erotic interest. But Michael found himself moved nonetheless. As he asked the questions and read the answers to them, he realized he barely knew one tenth of the things she did, at least about housekeeping and things like that.
