What Is The Connection Between Thank You And Mr. Fuller?

Gracie unlocked the door of her new employer’s grand abode, carefully tipping onto the meticulously shined marble flooring in the foyer, which was heavily adorned with lavish artwork that Gracie could see was far beyond her meager means. As she stands in amazement in the pure ambiance in which she was experiencing, Mrs. Fuller entered to greet her. Mrs. Fuller was a very tall, stunning blue eyed creature. She had stand at least six feet tall, her frame was slender like any runway models, and her cheekbones could slay a village. Her physique was the inverse to Gracie’s petite 5’’1’ frame, yes, Gracie was built like a bone as many would say, but when she looked at Mrs. Fuller she saw such exquisite beauty like she’d never experienced. “Hello,”
Fuller enough. By the way, where is he?”
“Where he usually is, work. You probably won’t see him often.”
“I just thought I’d at least get to see him so I could thank him, for allowing me to work for him and to stay in his beautiful mansion,” Gracie exclaimed.
“I’ll give him your message when… well…if I see him,” Bethany said, standing in the doorway with slight despair, tears seeming to well in her doe-like eyes.
“Is she crying?” Gracie thought. “She couldn’t be; she must have allergies.”
“Oh. Okay. Thank you, again,” Gracie said, waving Bethany on her way.
Bethany exits the room, as wipes the tears from her stunning beryl tinted eyes, before retreating to her master
The kitchen’s design eloquence did not disappoint, it boasted the same marble tiles from the foyer and identical decor opulence. Gracie never knew how well the head-of-state lived until yesterday. Not too shabby.
“Hey, who are and what are you doing in my kitchen?” A lady downing a hairnet and an apron sternly asked, while pointing at Gracie with a metal spatula. “State your name and business, youngin.”
“Well, ma’am. My name is Gracie. Gracie Winslet. I’m the new ma...ma...maid,” Gracie said nervously. “I came for some breakfast.”
“Why didn’t you say so, chile? Everybody ‘round these parts calls me Miss Clara. Help yourself to some food, it looks like you could stand to put a little meat on those bones of yours.”
Looking down at her petite frame wondering if the woman was right, Gracie simply said. “Okay.”
After completing her breakfast, she thanked Miss Clara for the meal and went on her way to start cleaning. On her list of chores for the day, the first assignment was to clean the master suite. Bethany should have been finished with her gargantuan breakfast by now, so Gracie knocked on the