Malee wanted to protest but before she could say anything, she was in the George’s room. It was still messy as ever with papers lying on the floor as both Mary and Malee were out shopping with Georgia. Malee reminded herself to clean the room in the morning as she was pulled to the table…
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Writers’ Journal #157 – Fried Potato – 41
After dinner, Mary packed her belongings in her room, admittedly she had nothing there to speak of as being belonged to her, in a bag and went over to the main house. Mary was already there in her room, preparing the bed and once completed, she came over to Malee’s room to help her to do the same. Malee noted in both of their rooms, there was a phone which Mary explained to her that they were connected directly to George and Georgia’s bedrooms. Master and Mistress would be assisted by their own servants, whom Malee had seen accompanying them to various outings. As Malee tried to sleep in the new bed, she thought of what she had heard during the dinner.
Writers’ Journal #155 – Fried Potato – 39
So Malee and Georgia stared at each other places for a while before Mary interrupted the girls. “So, is George agreeable to the arrangement?” asked Mary. “You know him as well me Mary. He still thinks like a little boy.” smiled Georgia while taking a sip from the wine glass. Malee had absolutely no clue…
Writers’ Journal #153 – Fried Potato – 37
“You should try this Georgia.” said Mary as she placed the dress on Georgia’s shoulders. After looking at how Malee looked in the black dress, Georgia seemed to have a second thought about wearing it to the ball. It is one thing to wear it on the beach but another to wear it with as…
Writers’ Journal #152 – Fried Potato – 36
Georgia danced her way into the building in such a hurry that Malee and Mary had to ran to catch up with her. Once inside, Malee eyes became widened in wonder. The security guards were always on lookout for the children from the slums so she had never been in such a huge shopping mall…
Writers’ Journal #151 – Fried Potato – 35
Mary and Malee walked towards the ocean, leaving Georgia along faced down on the chair. “Do you know how to swim? Go ahead. I will walk along the beach.” said Mary. Malee learnt how to swim from very young age, playing with the boys much older than her. She remembered they were playing catching rubber…
Writers’ Journal #150 – Fried Potato – 34
“Mary, why are we here?” asked Malee after Georgia had dived into the ocean. She couldn’t understand why Mary and her, two servants from the house, were accompanying Georgia to a private beach and not washing vegetables and preparing for dinner in the kitchen with the rest of the servants. Mary got up and came…
Writers’ Journal #149 – Fried Potato – 33
“Do we have to wear like her?” whispered Malee to Mary. Georgia was wearing a bikini which literally displayed almost all of her arms, legs and her back as she walked out of the door. Malee couldn’t imagine wearing anything like this out on to the beach in full view of the crowd. “No. But…
Writers’ Journal #148 – Fried Potato – 32
“Shopping?” asked Malee. She had absolutely no experience of purchasing things that are not needed, never mind luxury. All her life, she could only think of what to eat for the next meal, not what clothes to wear. And she wondered how could a girl like her be needed for accompanying Georgia, who had never…
Writers’ Journal #147 – Fried Potato – 31
Mary and Malee too left the room quietly after the professor had done so. George was soundly asleep at the couch and Mary went into the inner room to get a blanket to cover him. Once they were out of the house, Malee blurted to Mary. “Am I going to be in trouble for arguing…