It was easy to talk to her. Having grown up in Florida tennis academies since childhood, her English was almost perfect. I didn't have to worry about ...merican slang going over her head or choosing my words carefully to avoid uncommon vocabulary. One round of drinks led to a second: mojitos at the lady's request. The second round led to a third: some fuzzy peach concoction that earned me an amused comment about whether or not my manhood could handle consuming such a fruity drink."What, like my. “Sure. Did you have a suggested night?”“Pretty much any night would work. A week from today? You usually hang out with your friends on Saturday, right? You don’t have a date?”“Right. That should be fine. How is your mom doing?”“She’s fine.”“How is school going for you?”“All A’s right now; I think I can hold that. Of course, I’m already accepted to Taft, so it’s not as important as it was before. I’d have to flunk all my classes to lose my place.”“True,” I replied. “I need to get my smock and. But it isn't a private room. It is more a dormitory situation;I will be sharing the room with three other maids. He wants me to move intonight so that I will be ready for work first thing in the morning."Ellen was horrified. She trusted her husband, but the thought of himliving in close proximity to three women was not something she hadanticipated. She was about to cancel the deal. She quickly tried to comeup with options, nothing came to her. Like George she knew there were. She was aching from the ride home. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Evan had a message on his machine. He needed to go take care of a little job for a client. He would only be gone for an hour or so. She assured him she would be alright. She fell asleep soon after he left. When he returned she was standing at his picture window gazing out into his manicured backyard. She turned slowly and smiled at him. He put his briefcase on the dining room table, disappeared for a second then.