"Now, just a moment Miss Morgan," I said forcefully. Her only reaction was to roll her eyes and storm out of the room shouting: "just get your arse ou... here when you are ready for some work!" That left me with no other choice than to don the footwear. I must say I felt deeply foolish. I slid my feet into the tiny shoes and took an age to get the tiny straps secured. Walking to the door I felt a little odd with the slightly raised heels and exposed legs. Miss Morgan was rifling through some. .. she might need her own hotel room. Relaxing with her phone was more fun than grocery shopping with the k**s anyways.She glanced as a younger man came in. Scruffy, blonde and anxious to get the job done, he opened the first machine and started stuffing it with clothes. A young woman came up to him and a very familiar litany began: "too full" "wrong machine" "not the right way". The housewife chewed on her bottom lip. 'All the lonely people' started playing on her head.Twenty more minutes: She. Aina niku ala ela anipinchindi ra andi, nenu ni ass n kondalu chusi anukuna anna, orey enti ra adi, nanu ala chusthunava, po nitho matladanu ani silent ayindi, naku bayam vesi, vachi hall lo kurchuna.Thanu lunch ready chesi rammandi, nenu silent ga velli thintunna, emaindi ra ante, em ledu ani cheppa, nuvu silent ga bagundadhu andi anna, em anakunda smile icchi thintuna, thanu kuda thintu, nijanga nenu laav ayaana andi, nenu avunu akada aithe laav ayayi kabatti ala anukunna ana. Thanu pillalu. She asked, “Dee can we go somewhere for dinner? I am not in the mood to cook anyway.” I said, “I will cook, senorita, just you wait.” I kissed her cheek and went to the kitchen. Actually, I don’t know that much cooking. I just made Chapathi (I know you guys are laughing in your mind).For that, I made peas curry and also made raita and pomegranate juice for two. She went upstairs to freshen up. I arranged the dining table with plates and stuff. I always wanted to go on a candlelight date. But I.