So the room next door was used for such purpose. Its bathroom was also used as laundering the clothes.The Burmese maid’s task was to wash the clothe.... I used to wonder in there on certain excuses just to behold the wonderful sight of this girl washing clothes. She would get wet and the upper shirt would become see through. The Burmese also had a different type of under wear serving as bras. This would also get wet and the boobs would be visible. As she would wash the clothes and beat them for. "I left them down by the klong jar," I told her."I will go down and wash everything. Will you be alright here in the dark?" she asked."Yes, I'll be fine. I've spent a lot of nights sitting up in the dark on patrol waiting for something to happen," I told her with a smile. Chanthra was gone for about twenty minutes or so. I had laid down on the platform to wait for her, and had put my pack on the bed to use as a pillow. I could see her come up the ladder, as she was carrying the lamp."The. She had even gotten her hair braided by an old Jamaican woman. Sara was lying on her back with her eyes, closed when a shadow came over her. She frowned not opening her eyes, she could have sworn that the weather forecast had called for sunny weather all day. ‘Excuse me miss.’ Came a smooth baritone voice above her. She opened her eyes, to see a tall blonde man standing over her. ‘Chad?’ The name escaped her lips before she realized that she had uttered them. ‘Pardon me?’ the man asked puzzled.. She saw things between Johnnie Sue and some of the boys that looked remarkably like flirting, but now she did it with all of them, Nathan included. It was probably a phase. Flossie remembered those difficult days, when hormones raged through her body and she felt urges to do the most outrageous things. She remembered being either gloriously happy, or miserable, with very little in between. The Wilson children, though, were morose. Something must have happened at home ... something very.