“The bath is ready.” said Malee. Georgia was lying on the bed, still in her bathrobe. She looked tired. It must have been the jet-lag that Malee had read in books but had never experienced before since she had never been on a plane before. Perhaps, with the money she had saved from the pocket…
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Writers’ Journal #199 – Fried Potato – 83
The lift conveniently brought her to the upper floor beside Georgia’s room, where a small storeroom existed originally. Malee lifted the vacuum cleaner out of the lift, and into Georgia’s room to clean up before Georgia coming back for lunch. It was a hard work, but she couldn’t ask the rest of the servants to…
Writers’ Journal #198 – Fried Potato – 82
“Can’t you smell it?” asked Malee. The perfume that Georgia was spreading across the hall and the room should still linger inside the car, Malee thought. It was the favorite of Georgia and John should have no trouble recognizing it, if Malee could do so after seeing Georgia only for a short while before she…
Writers’ Journal #197 – Fried Potato – 81
Georgia took in a heavy breath and pressed down the handle bar to open the door. It was a homecoming that she had planned for years in advanced, just that it was happening right in front of her. George was on a private jet, heading to Hong Kong for a business meeting. Then, he too…
Writers’ Journal #196 – Fried Potato – 80
As the professor expected, Malee aced the last exam with ease and then to the university, along with the rest of the classmates at the top of her class. The entry to the university was never in doubt, but nobody expected her to do better than most of her classmates. It was a joyous event…
Writers’ Journal #195 – Fried Potato – 79
The examination was subdued with the students with worried looks on their faces. Malee recognized some of them from her class, mentioning about the beach party not too long ago. She put down the bag at the front of the hall after taking out the stationery. She walked over to the desk assigned to her…
Writers’ Journal #194 – Fried Potato – 78
1 year and 6 months had passed since George had left home for overseas and Malee had become used to the school life. The house had become a hotel with occasional overnight stays from the master and the mistress between their business trips. Servants spent more time on maintenance of the house and the garden…
Writers’ Journal #193 – Fried Potato – 77
“Don’t worry about anything. George called me before leaving.” said the professor. “He said he left a letter with Mary. Can I see it?” Malee took out the envelope from the pocket and gave it to the professor. He put down the glasses on the table. He wasn’t wearing them while he was teaching drawing…
Writers’ Journal #192 – Fried Potato – 76
Malee couldn’t sleep after the talk with Mary and coming back to room with the envelope in her hand. A side from the letter, the envelope also contained several notes cash of which Malee had never seen before. Those were probably from Mary though, neither George nor Georgia held any amount of money. Their words…
Writers’ Journal #191 – Fried Potato – 75
Malee could see the light from underneath the door to the Mary’s room. Mary must have left the door slightly ajar for her to come in. Malee pushed the door slightly and walked into the room with Mary sitting on the bed and an empty chair in front of her. Mary gestured Malee to sit…