The handmaid

Normally my day to day duties keep me seperate from the handmaid assigned to my commander. Yet one day as I was digging up the garden for the wife, I saw her. Her name was Ofjames, a short young girl with a very sad yet pretty looking face. She merely stood there and watched on as I did the work in the garden. Each time I looked in her direction she would pretend to be looking at something else. I knew I couldn't risk taking a long look at her due to the fact that the wife was looking over my shoulder. This was the most exposure I had with the handmaid. It was awkward yet truly characterized my life there. Yet I don't really have any strong feelings for or against the handmaids. I see them as a risk to have an opinion on anyway. I try to keep that part of my life seperate, yet there is always a creeping feeling of the morality of it all.