“Oh Lordy, it’s hot out here,” Maranda complained.
“Yes it is,” said Scarlet, “But it’s cooler out here on the veranda than it is inside the house.” She picked up a little bell on the small, round table between their chairs. As soon as she rang it, a black man in a white tuxedo appeared on the Veranda. “Ben,” Scarlet said. “Will you bring us two mint juleps.”
“Right away, Miss Scarlet,” Ben said.
“And see about getting that fan to work,” she added.
“That old fan ain’t worked since we got the house back after the yankee soldiers left.”
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Image credit: Yarnspinnerr.