Monica's eyes darted from Ella to Nana Esther and back to Ella. She was rendered speechless by Ella's weird behavior. Being a nurse for almost two decades, she could tell when a person starts losing their sense and to her, Nana Esther's grandson's wife was at the early stage of insanity.
"Young ma'am, I can't possibly be joking around with my job. Mr. Rex wants you to get his tea, right away."
Even though Monica was smiling politely while speaking, her tone held a bit of sarcasm and this did not go unnoticed by the attention to detail Nana Esther.
"Monica," Nana Esther flashed her an angry stare, "what my granddaughter said was a rhetorical statement. I thought you had a mature brain to decipher that. If you don't have anything else to say, can you get out of my kitchen?"
"Ah! I'm sorry Nana and sorry young..." Nana Esther's chilly stares and flared nostrils made Monica swallow her remaining statement. She courtesied politely and left the kitchen in a hurry.
