know why) in Kevin's eyes, she could also see fear and resent in Carla's. (And again she didn’t know why but she could make a wild guess.)
“My name is Eleanor” said the mistress of the house. “And if you'd like, you could work for me. Keep the house clean.” She went on with a faint smile and a furtive glance at Carla.
“But I thought that was my job, my lady. Or are you firing me?” she asked in a trembling voice. The hatred in her eyes towards Sam was more than obvious now.
“No, Carla, dear, but you are getting old and let's face it, you are not what you used to be. Your eyes are not as good anymore as you keep missing spots on the cutlery and to tell you the truth I had to wipe the dust from the furniture behind you as well. This young lady will be your helper. And you will teach her what she needs to know. You can see this as a promotion, really. You'll have less work as you'll have her to help you.”
“My name's Sam, ma’am, and I’d like to work for you.” Said Sam with a bow and new found hope in her eyes.
“Good” was all Eleanor said before she left the room, Kevin right behind her.
“Good” Carla grinned at her, “then you can start right away. Follow me and I’ll show you what you have to do.”
Carla went ahead, Sam right behind her. As far as Sam could realize, the house was pretty simple but with good taste and it was clean. She was sure that Carla did her job and maybe Eleanor was too strict. Anyway, it was an opportunity for her as otherwise she wouldn’t have had where to go….