.
If someone made a dessert—floating island or a layer cake—she recorded the compliments.
I need one praise every day , Analise Deoferio wrote. I work Professor Williamson, of UCLA, for twenty-nine years. When my husband die, she pay the funeral .
The book includes tips. Two baths a day, teeth cleaning at four-hour intervals, no curry, onion, or garlic, even on days off . That is a page someone cut out and taped in: IF THE DOG LIKES YOU, YOU’RE HIRED .
—Don’t let yourself become the queen. You’re not the queen. The mother is the queen. Especially, it will happen sometimes before the kids are in school. Because the mothers become so dependent. The mother, any fun she can have with her friends, any minute to go shopping, any for herself—she needs you, so at that time they will do everything to keep you happy. But the babysitter made her price so high that later on they decided they do not want. And instead of just changing the pay, they fire her .
I know because this was me .
—The babysitter who was La Reina
The edges of the page lift up; the tape, it is too dry. I will glue this in. I wonder if I can use the old typewriter of my employer to retype the carbon letters. They make a mess on the hands every time you open.
The penmanship of Ruth is small. If your employer offers you something, old clothes she will not wear anymore, even a food you like to take home, always say no. If she really wants you to have, let her insist .
Avoid families that do not use paper towels. Cloth diapers even worse. Always put a plastic inside every garbage .
In the place of Ruth, there is a shelf with a row of black volumes. How many years to fill a book?
“Average four,” Ruth said.
“What will be your series title?”
“A Wealthy Woman’s Guide to Being a Maid . No, seriously, Lola, the real problem in our profession is age. Like Mai-ling. She is too old to chase kids. And the mother knows it. But the father likes the way she irons his shirts.”
In The Book of Ruth this year, Lita wrote the address of Patricks Road House, where she and Esperanza sat an hour and still the waiter did not take their order.
Are you not a business? Babysitters work hard for their money; sometimes we want to spend too.
I still have not yet added anything in the Book . I only fix the old, where it is tearing.
I think what I can write. I have some advice about silence. If you are smart, when something happens, if the baby takes his first step or says the first word, the first of Williamo was “light,” second “French,” third “fries,” you keep in your private journal so you will have the true date but do not tell. You wait and that evening or the next they will call you shrieking, Lola, Lola come here! But the hitting; that I really do not know. Claire, she is nervous. And the guy, he is not strong. When he is there, he is only playing. I am the one to explain: Williamo, that you cannot do .
When I am finished my stitching, I wrap the book again in two T-shirts.
I stand at the fence and watch the Pacific. Fog blows in. Magic carpets.
Ruth likes to have a picture of every babysitter.
The book is also for memorial. Since we are working, we cannot always attend ceremonies. The weddings and baptisms, even the funeral. But we will send a letter of remembrance. And that will go alone on a page in The Book of Ruth . I have not known anyone yet who died here.
I stand at the fence looking down at the ocean, then I turn back. Coming the other way, a woman runs lopsided. My weekend employer. Jogging. “Lola! What are you doing here?”
“I am waving goodnight to the Philippines.”
She asks me how long I will stay, meaning Los Angeles, but she is also meaning something else.
“As long as I am needed,” I say. “It is not up to us.” Williamo, he is an only child. Often, when they start school, the parents they do not want to pay. Or they ask the babysitter to clean the whole house, for no extra. Here kids start school
If someone made a dessert—floating island or a layer cake—she recorded the compliments.
I need one praise every day , Analise Deoferio wrote. I work Professor Williamson, of UCLA, for twenty-nine years. When my husband die, she pay the funeral .
The book includes tips. Two baths a day, teeth cleaning at four-hour intervals, no curry, onion, or garlic, even on days off . That is a page someone cut out and taped in: IF THE DOG LIKES YOU, YOU’RE HIRED .
—Don’t let yourself become the queen. You’re not the queen. The mother is the queen. Especially, it will happen sometimes before the kids are in school. Because the mothers become so dependent. The mother, any fun she can have with her friends, any minute to go shopping, any for herself—she needs you, so at that time they will do everything to keep you happy. But the babysitter made her price so high that later on they decided they do not want. And instead of just changing the pay, they fire her .
I know because this was me .
—The babysitter who was La Reina
The edges of the page lift up; the tape, it is too dry. I will glue this in. I wonder if I can use the old typewriter of my employer to retype the carbon letters. They make a mess on the hands every time you open.
The penmanship of Ruth is small. If your employer offers you something, old clothes she will not wear anymore, even a food you like to take home, always say no. If she really wants you to have, let her insist .
Avoid families that do not use paper towels. Cloth diapers even worse. Always put a plastic inside every garbage .
In the place of Ruth, there is a shelf with a row of black volumes. How many years to fill a book?
“Average four,” Ruth said.
“What will be your series title?”
“A Wealthy Woman’s Guide to Being a Maid . No, seriously, Lola, the real problem in our profession is age. Like Mai-ling. She is too old to chase kids. And the mother knows it. But the father likes the way she irons his shirts.”
In The Book of Ruth this year, Lita wrote the address of Patricks Road House, where she and Esperanza sat an hour and still the waiter did not take their order.
Are you not a business? Babysitters work hard for their money; sometimes we want to spend too.
I still have not yet added anything in the Book . I only fix the old, where it is tearing.
I think what I can write. I have some advice about silence. If you are smart, when something happens, if the baby takes his first step or says the first word, the first of Williamo was “light,” second “French,” third “fries,” you keep in your private journal so you will have the true date but do not tell. You wait and that evening or the next they will call you shrieking, Lola, Lola come here! But the hitting; that I really do not know. Claire, she is nervous. And the guy, he is not strong. When he is there, he is only playing. I am the one to explain: Williamo, that you cannot do .
When I am finished my stitching, I wrap the book again in two T-shirts.
I stand at the fence and watch the Pacific. Fog blows in. Magic carpets.
Ruth likes to have a picture of every babysitter.
The book is also for memorial. Since we are working, we cannot always attend ceremonies. The weddings and baptisms, even the funeral. But we will send a letter of remembrance. And that will go alone on a page in The Book of Ruth . I have not known anyone yet who died here.
I stand at the fence looking down at the ocean, then I turn back. Coming the other way, a woman runs lopsided. My weekend employer. Jogging. “Lola! What are you doing here?”
“I am waving goodnight to the Philippines.”
She asks me how long I will stay, meaning Los Angeles, but she is also meaning something else.
“As long as I am needed,” I say. “It is not up to us.” Williamo, he is an only child. Often, when they start school, the parents they do not want to pay. Or they ask the babysitter to clean the whole house, for no extra. Here kids start school
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