Maria's voice rang out as she entered the room unseen by any of us. Miss Anita and Miss Rosa instantly pulled their feet away and I tried to shrink even further into the floor as she strode briskly over to the couch. She looked to me first and I quaked in anticipation of her withering reproach. All she said however was, "Sir. Please. Get up." I did as she bid and backed away into a corner just out of her line of sight. Not knowing what else to do I sank down to my knees again and sat back on my heels, as she turned her full attention onto her sisters.
"YOU TWO. EXPLAIN YOURSELVES."
Rosa was the first to try to brave the storm, albeit meekly "Maria, you weren't supposed to be home until much later."
"What does that have to do with anything?" she retorted. "I rushed to get home early because of all the extra work I have to do around here cleaning up after the two of you. And what do I find here, beyond anything I could possibly imagine, for all my hard work and efforts?" she exclaimed.
"But that's the whole point, Maria." Anita broke in. "You don't have to do any work here ever again, nothing at all."
"And who's supposed to do it all then. You two?" she responded disdainfully.
"No." Anita plowed on bravely. "Thomas will." She took a purposeful breath. "He's agreed to become our maid."
This brought Maria to a complete stop.
"And he's also agreed to let you have the master bedroom, Maria, and one of us will be able to move into your room." Rosa added hastily.
After a very long pause, in a low, ominous voice, Maria finally continued. "And just why would he ever do all that?"
"Because of This." Anita crowed, triumphantly holding up her cell. Maria looked at it, puzzled, for several moments, before allowing, "Show me."
Anita clicked on the screen a number of times and then handed the phone to Maria. In the corner I cringed violently as she began to view my humiliation and shame. I watched as her face initially reflected horror, then revulsion, and finally intense anger as the video came to an end. As it finished her hand holding it dropped to her side and she slowly turned to
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