"Do you just come when I call you to come?"
Amanda Smith looked at him with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, "Hmm, I won't come over again in the future."
Samuel Johnson was choked up again and silently lowered his head, saying no more.
His memory was very fuzzy, but he also knew that he must have done something unbelievable last night. He was reluctant to ask Amanda, but people are always very concerned about the things they do after losing their memory.
After Amanda Smith finished breakfast and left, he beckoned with his fingers, summoning the maids who had worked the night shift over to him.
Mr. Johnson leaned back in his chair with elegance, legs crossed, and asked the maids, "Were you here when I came back last night?"
The maids exchanged glances and nodded silently.
"Did I do anything strange last night?"
"..." The maids collectively took on a reminiscent look, then displayed expressions that were too embarrassed to look on.