Go, Walk out that door.

  When my mother was  a young girl, and left fatherless when still a baby along with her older siblings, she had to leave school and go to work. She found a job with a family, who obviously could afford to hire help.
   In the evening, the woman of the house would sit on the front porch, as was customary in those times. After the day's work was done, the woman invited the girl, "Mary, come sit and keep me company  on the porch." So she did, not sure how many times, probably not very many.
    One evening they were on the porch, and the woman, peering down the street, said, "Oh, here comes my neighbor, Mrs. T., to chat with me. So, Mary, would  you mind going around  and sitting  on the back porch."
    Mary obliged, sort of. She rose, walked through the house, grabbed her sweater or whatever, left though the back door, and never returned.