Housemaid Stories Novels & Stories

Madam Caroline asked Virtually everything ma'am, I am good at cleaning, washing dishes and cooking" I answered with a little bit of exaggeration. "Great!! You are hired!, Your duty here is to assist the maid in cooking, serving of meals, and cleaning up. For today, you will be allowed to go home by 6:00 pm, but after tommorow, if your performance impresses me, you will be working here permanently, which means you will have to move in with us,. is that ok by you dear?" Madam Caroline asked. "Yes ma'am, I'm fine with that" I answered cheerfully.

Anthonia's face was just hard as stone the entire time. Wren turned back to the crowd, “Why don't I tell you all my story? It's a long one, but I'll make it shorter. I lost my mother at sixteen. I went through a hell I couldn’t bear at the time.” she turned to Anthonia as she said this. “and when I couldn't take it anymore, I ran away from home. I somehow landed in the care of Maria Morell…a sweet soul, may she rest in peac…and lived with the Morell family for 8 years before I got married to her grandson. I don’t think I need to go over that part of the story.”

No husband – no job, I didn’t even have a house to myself and I stuck here with an old bitter woman telling me to forgive my cheating husband. “Four hundred woman Aunt Joan, he stuck his stick into four hundred’s women honey pot” I said angrily and stormed out of the house to the basement in the back where she had allowed me to squat. I kicked the wall angrily, the heat rising from my insides and threatening to consume me. I kicked the wall again and again, the tears spilling from my eyes and that was when my eyes jammed the newspaper peeking out of bag. Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business –

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

"They were the ones who changed. I'm the one who continues." --- The book was published in the fall. The House of Stories, it was called. A collection of fragments — memories, letters, imagined conversations — all of them about the women who had lived and loved in this house by the sea. The reviews were kind. Not universal — but kind. People recognized the honesty, the vulnerability, the refusal to let the past disappear. This is not a sequel, one critic wrote. It's a meditation. On love, on loss, on the small acts of staying that make a life.