‘You see? My family – they are famous people. They are on TV in America .’
Wow. She got the entire sentence correct.
Rosa mutters under her breath then grins again.
At least they’re entertaining.
‘Um, Maria, do you have any clothes I can like, borrow? I need to shower and ...’ I gesture to my clothes. ‘I didn’t bring anything . ’
‘Of course, Senorita!’ Maria says. ‘I’m now the Senorita of Tana -Mera and I can have anything I want.’
Oh Yeah? What about freedom for the people of Siempre? What about my freedom? How about I pull rank and demand that?
‘ Senorita, we are so happy Diablo find you,’ Rosa gushes. This time her nose lights up – becomes red and shiny .
What does she mean? And after what I saw this morning – his perverted relationship with his sister, why the hell does he need me? For appearances?
I drink another cup of coffee while Maria squints at my frame.
‘Mmm ... I am very thin, Senorita, but I will see what you can do.’
She leaves the room and returns with dresses that hang on me. I assume they’re Santana’s and I don’t like the idea of wearing them, but I have no choice.
After a while, I leave the room to take a shower. When I re-enter my room , both ladies are lounging on my bed, eating my breakfast and arguing between themselves in Spanish.
I smile to myself. So much for being my servants.
After they finish every morsel of my breakfast, they fuss over me - help me dress , brush my hair then freshen my room and bathroom. I’m really happy we’re getting along, especially since I miss Enfermera.
At one point, during one of their many petty arguments about whether to leave the window open or not, reality hits me and I indulge in a silent pity - party for myself.
The ladies pause with their arguing and stare at me.
‘ Santa Maria ! ’ Maria shrieks. ‘ Why ... how ... what is wrong chil d ? ’
Both ladies flutter around me . ‘You upset her when you ask her so many questions, ’ Rosa shouts at Maria. ‘Now Diablo, he kill us.’
‘NO! I open the window that’s why,’ Maria says and shuts the window. She spins around to face me. ‘Senorita , Rosa, she upset you . ..’
‘No ... no ... no ...’ I wipe away tears with the back of my hand. ‘Nothing to do with the window … you …either one … ’
They exchange helpless looks.
‘I’m hungry, tha t ’s why,’ Maria says and rubs my back.
‘ Si ,’ Rosa says, ‘you are hungry, Senorita. You mus t eat.’
Both ladies glance at the empty breakfast tray and then at each other. Rosa ’s face turns fire - engine red . Maria strategically moves in front of the empty breakfast tray, blocking it from my view.
‘I’m okay, I’m okay . ’ I sniff loudly then furiously dab my eyes.
They bring me another pot of coffee and enough chocolate biscuits to feed a small country. I nibble on a biscuit and drink another cup of lukewarm coffee, while they eat the rest of the biscuits and finish the coffee.
After that, Rosa massages my feet, while Maria massages my head and makes all sorts of clucking noises. I’m just not comfortable with the ir pampering.
‘Please
Wow. She got the entire sentence correct.
Rosa mutters under her breath then grins again.
At least they’re entertaining.
‘Um, Maria, do you have any clothes I can like, borrow? I need to shower and ...’ I gesture to my clothes. ‘I didn’t bring anything . ’
‘Of course, Senorita!’ Maria says. ‘I’m now the Senorita of Tana -Mera and I can have anything I want.’
Oh Yeah? What about freedom for the people of Siempre? What about my freedom? How about I pull rank and demand that?
‘ Senorita, we are so happy Diablo find you,’ Rosa gushes. This time her nose lights up – becomes red and shiny .
What does she mean? And after what I saw this morning – his perverted relationship with his sister, why the hell does he need me? For appearances?
I drink another cup of coffee while Maria squints at my frame.
‘Mmm ... I am very thin, Senorita, but I will see what you can do.’
She leaves the room and returns with dresses that hang on me. I assume they’re Santana’s and I don’t like the idea of wearing them, but I have no choice.
After a while, I leave the room to take a shower. When I re-enter my room , both ladies are lounging on my bed, eating my breakfast and arguing between themselves in Spanish.
I smile to myself. So much for being my servants.
After they finish every morsel of my breakfast, they fuss over me - help me dress , brush my hair then freshen my room and bathroom. I’m really happy we’re getting along, especially since I miss Enfermera.
At one point, during one of their many petty arguments about whether to leave the window open or not, reality hits me and I indulge in a silent pity - party for myself.
The ladies pause with their arguing and stare at me.
‘ Santa Maria ! ’ Maria shrieks. ‘ Why ... how ... what is wrong chil d ? ’
Both ladies flutter around me . ‘You upset her when you ask her so many questions, ’ Rosa shouts at Maria. ‘Now Diablo, he kill us.’
‘NO! I open the window that’s why,’ Maria says and shuts the window. She spins around to face me. ‘Senorita , Rosa, she upset you . ..’
‘No ... no ... no ...’ I wipe away tears with the back of my hand. ‘Nothing to do with the window … you …either one … ’
They exchange helpless looks.
‘I’m hungry, tha t ’s why,’ Maria says and rubs my back.
‘ Si ,’ Rosa says, ‘you are hungry, Senorita. You mus t eat.’
Both ladies glance at the empty breakfast tray and then at each other. Rosa ’s face turns fire - engine red . Maria strategically moves in front of the empty breakfast tray, blocking it from my view.
‘I’m okay, I’m okay . ’ I sniff loudly then furiously dab my eyes.
They bring me another pot of coffee and enough chocolate biscuits to feed a small country. I nibble on a biscuit and drink another cup of lukewarm coffee, while they eat the rest of the biscuits and finish the coffee.
After that, Rosa massages my feet, while Maria massages my head and makes all sorts of clucking noises. I’m just not comfortable with the ir pampering.
‘Please
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