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Authors: Cassie Wright
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Seven
I'm on cloud nine. The morning sunlight streams into the kitchen, clear and bright, all the windows thrown open so that I can smell the woods. Pop music playing on the old radio I've found, yellow kitchen gloves on as I tackle the oven. Then the doorbell rings. I stop, realizing that I've actually been enjoying myself. Because this is my house now. This is my kitchen. And because I'm sore in all the right places from last night's activities. I peer out the window, trying to catch a glance of Blake, but I don't see him.
Did last night really happen? It now feels like a blur of sinful, soul-searing moments, nothing coherent, just an endless orgy of decadent passion. I smile dreamily and rest my chin on my palm, gazing out at nothing. Good lord. And there's another night coming after this day is over. And another tomorrow. How will I hold up?
The doorbell rings again, and I blink and stand up. Whoops. Peeling off the gloves, I head through the house to the front door, which reveals a prim, older Asian lady. She looks severe, like a schoolteacher who has spent her whole life dealing with little monsters, and I almost gulp when she levels her laser eyes on me.
"Can I help you?"
"Possibly. My name is Hui Wang. I have come to inquire about the posting for a maid." Her voice is precise, but not unkind.
"Oh." I don't know why I'm surprised. "Please come in." She nods and enters the hall, looking around with sharp curiosity. "I'm Rachel Wilder. I just arrived in town yesterday." Was it only yesterday? "I'm going to be turning Honeycomb Hall into a bed and breakfast, and I'm looking for somebody who can work every day."
Hui nods. "Very good. What would my duties involve?"
I quickly list them. Cleaning the rooms each morning. Maintaining the house. Laundry, and all the rest of it. I watch her carefully to see if she's fazed. I'm getting the impression that nothing will faze her.
"That sounds reasonable. Here is my reference." She pulls a folded sheet from her purse and hands it to me. I blink and open it. There is one address listed, a retirement home located two towns over, where Hui was apparently the head of the cleaning crew. "The Wilson Center closed two months ago. I was very satisfied with my position there, but now I need new work. I enjoy challenges. This is a large home, but I believe I can handle it alone."
"Well. Great." I can't help but be impressed. There's something about her manner. Her gravity. She has the bearing of a general in need of an army to command. "I'll make the call, but to be honest, I'd be happy to offer you the job. When can you start?"
"I am ready to begin immediately, if you are agreeable."
"Really? Even better! I was just getting started, but... it's a big job."
Hui looks around the entry hall once more, and then waggles her head from side to side. "Not so big. It just requires focused, sustained work."
I smile. "Well, unless I hear something surprising from the Wilson Center, welcome aboard." I extend my hand.
Hui looks at it, and then shakes it. Her grip is firm, no-nonsense. "Thank you. Are you already in possession of all required cleaning supplies?"
"I think so." I lead her into the house, to the closet where mops and cleaning bottles are stacked.
Hui shakes her head. "No good. I will go buy new supplies. You will reimburse me with my first paycheck."
My eyes go wide with surprise at her assurance, but I nod. "Sure. That sounds great."
"Very good. I'll go now. If you'll excuse me, Ms. Wilder."
"Sure thing," I say, though her asking for my permission seems almost strange. She's that authoritative.
We walk to the front door, and I open it just as Anita leans forward to ring the bell. She squeaks in surprise and almost drops a covered dish she's holding in her free hand.
"Anita!" I beam at her. "You came!"
"I - yes! Good morning!" She smiles nervously at me, then looks to Hui, who is giving her a severe look.
"This is Hui," I say, ushering Anita inside. "She's
I'm on cloud nine. The morning sunlight streams into the kitchen, clear and bright, all the windows thrown open so that I can smell the woods. Pop music playing on the old radio I've found, yellow kitchen gloves on as I tackle the oven. Then the doorbell rings. I stop, realizing that I've actually been enjoying myself. Because this is my house now. This is my kitchen. And because I'm sore in all the right places from last night's activities. I peer out the window, trying to catch a glance of Blake, but I don't see him.
Did last night really happen? It now feels like a blur of sinful, soul-searing moments, nothing coherent, just an endless orgy of decadent passion. I smile dreamily and rest my chin on my palm, gazing out at nothing. Good lord. And there's another night coming after this day is over. And another tomorrow. How will I hold up?
The doorbell rings again, and I blink and stand up. Whoops. Peeling off the gloves, I head through the house to the front door, which reveals a prim, older Asian lady. She looks severe, like a schoolteacher who has spent her whole life dealing with little monsters, and I almost gulp when she levels her laser eyes on me.
"Can I help you?"
"Possibly. My name is Hui Wang. I have come to inquire about the posting for a maid." Her voice is precise, but not unkind.
"Oh." I don't know why I'm surprised. "Please come in." She nods and enters the hall, looking around with sharp curiosity. "I'm Rachel Wilder. I just arrived in town yesterday." Was it only yesterday? "I'm going to be turning Honeycomb Hall into a bed and breakfast, and I'm looking for somebody who can work every day."
Hui nods. "Very good. What would my duties involve?"
I quickly list them. Cleaning the rooms each morning. Maintaining the house. Laundry, and all the rest of it. I watch her carefully to see if she's fazed. I'm getting the impression that nothing will faze her.
"That sounds reasonable. Here is my reference." She pulls a folded sheet from her purse and hands it to me. I blink and open it. There is one address listed, a retirement home located two towns over, where Hui was apparently the head of the cleaning crew. "The Wilson Center closed two months ago. I was very satisfied with my position there, but now I need new work. I enjoy challenges. This is a large home, but I believe I can handle it alone."
"Well. Great." I can't help but be impressed. There's something about her manner. Her gravity. She has the bearing of a general in need of an army to command. "I'll make the call, but to be honest, I'd be happy to offer you the job. When can you start?"
"I am ready to begin immediately, if you are agreeable."
"Really? Even better! I was just getting started, but... it's a big job."
Hui looks around the entry hall once more, and then waggles her head from side to side. "Not so big. It just requires focused, sustained work."
I smile. "Well, unless I hear something surprising from the Wilson Center, welcome aboard." I extend my hand.
Hui looks at it, and then shakes it. Her grip is firm, no-nonsense. "Thank you. Are you already in possession of all required cleaning supplies?"
"I think so." I lead her into the house, to the closet where mops and cleaning bottles are stacked.
Hui shakes her head. "No good. I will go buy new supplies. You will reimburse me with my first paycheck."
My eyes go wide with surprise at her assurance, but I nod. "Sure. That sounds great."
"Very good. I'll go now. If you'll excuse me, Ms. Wilder."
"Sure thing," I say, though her asking for my permission seems almost strange. She's that authoritative.
We walk to the front door, and I open it just as Anita leans forward to ring the bell. She squeaks in surprise and almost drops a covered dish she's holding in her free hand.
"Anita!" I beam at her. "You came!"
"I - yes! Good morning!" She smiles nervously at me, then looks to Hui, who is giving her a severe look.
"This is Hui," I say, ushering Anita inside. "She's
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