The Housekeeper's Daughter Seized My Villa, I Sent Her to Prison
Every time the housekeeper came to cook, she brought her daughter along.
I felt sorry for them — single mother, no support — so I never said a word.
Until one afternoon, I pulled out the chair at the head of the table and found a note taped to the back.
It read: "Freeloaders aren't allowed to eat here."
I tore the note off and turned to the housekeeper. "What is this supposed to mean?"
The girl shot me a look of pure contempt and let out a cold laugh.
"You're just a maid. You sponge off other people's homes day after day — how are you not ashamed? If you can't afford food, go beg on the street. People like you, mooching off everyone, make me sick."
I stared at her, completely thrown.
The housekeeper rushed over and lowered her voice.
"Ms. Wolfe, my daughter doesn't know I'm the maid here. She saw how hard I work and felt sorry for me — that's why she put up the note."
"And she has serious germophobia. She can't stand eating with strangers. Wait outside until she's done eating. Don't come back in."
Before I could answer, she shoved me out the front door.
The door slammed shut behind me with a final bang.
I stood there on the steps and calmly dialed the police.
"Hello. There's been a break-in at my home. Someone's locked me out. I need an officer here now."