Dearest Friends,
The three people "lurking" around our house all day were our staff -- the ones we inherited from John's predecessor, Doug May. You had to have a driver, since we expats weren't allowed to drive off-compound, and you had to have a gardener since there was a lot to care for, and we had no equipment. However, since I was still of the same mind about live-in help as I had been in those early days, the place where I dug my heels in was by not hiring a live-in housekeeper, a cook, and a nanny. Instead, we had Asnah. Asnah-the-Wonderful!
Asnah, who didn't want to live in, because the Mays had built a nice little house in town before they left, just for Asnah and her mother to live in; Asnah, whom our kids adored, and who was more than happy to babysit whenever we needed something more than a teenager; Asnah, who claimed she wasn't a good cook, but who always fixed a lovely dinner for the kids when we were away, had one waiting for us whenever we came back from out of town, and who's recipes are still some of our favorites, to this very day; Asnah, who wasn't afraid of dogs; Asnah, who left by 4:00 every day, and took a day and a half off each weekend, leaving us in blissful solitude!
Of course, our Lexie had no way of knowing all this yet, as we had just arrived a couple of days before. All she knew was that her parents had been told they needed to attend some afternoon event down at the restaurant, no kids were allowed, and she was not happy about it. Not one little bit! And she was going to make them regret leaving her with this stranger.
Danny Reeh drove past her about a block from our house, and something about her posture and the fiercely determined look on her face made him pull over. A few moments later he came into the restaurant and made a beeline for us, grinning his head off. Much to our surprise, he announced that we had a visitor outside. We glanced over towards the windows, and there was Alexis, hands on hips, eyes shooting daggers at us. I left John at the party, made my apologies, and went home with my daughter.
Friday, October 28, 2011
THE RUNAWAY
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