Not a fairy tale of Cinderella

Not a fairy tale of Cinderella
Chapter 1
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The arrows move slowly. Time in a cafe stop, turn to a standstill. This morning there were too many people. Places almost was not. Many came out with an order or even without it. I did not dare to leave the best place to deal with their thoughts over a cup of refreshing coffee is not found. After waiting queue and receiving an order, I looked around the hall filled, and saw the most distant table. The place was free at the table sat a man alone, and slowly drank his coffee, looking out the window.
- Good morning .- I started, so she asked for free .- Here?
- Yes, sit down.
He said, not even turning his head, I sat down slowly sipped her coffee and looked out the window and put the folder with the documents on the table.
I'm in Los Angeles and only the second month in order to stay here, you need to find a job, but with this problems. I put, clean sheet of paper before him, and holding a pencil in his hand, looked thoughtfully through the man sitting opposite him.
- You sign?
Smiling, said the neighbor, I'm even a little startled.
- What, me your list?
I asked in surprise, glancing at the man in a stretched T-shirt, shorts and funny shales.
- I thought you got me for it.
- No, I got a cup of coffee.
Maybe a little rude I replied.
- Excuse me while I'm not going to interfere.
He said, and pulled out his phone, I then could not come to mind, all attempts to write at least a couple of words ended in a picture in the style of cubism.
Outside the window was noisy and hot in the cafe almost soundlessly, I hear, it was like an air conditioner. Pulling out a folder of documents, a list of places where you tried to get a job, I carefully scrutinized each item. From the first through tenth were marked me fat red mark, which meant that I was refused. Live without a job in a foreign country just is not realistic, and the return back home, I did not even want to think about.
He scrutinized the list of a few minutes, and when I wanted to get him back, he asked.
- Interesting list, can I take a look.
- I can give it to you, to me anyway, he did not really need.
- Why?
He asked, holding a piece of paper.
- Why do I need a list of places where I was not hired.
Quietly I said, finishing his coffee.
- Do not get that from?
He asked surprised, looking at me.
- Yes.
I answered briefly, disbosom stranger to me in that day did not feel like the least. He looked again, something in the phone and said with an air of importance
- I can offer you a job.
- Work?
To my surprise I asked.
- Yes. How do you feel about working in the service?
- Terms of Service.
I said, deep in thought, remembering what it means.
- To be precise, I am looking for a housekeeper. - He said, pulling out his business card and handed it to me .- If you agree call.
I nodded and gripped tightly in his hand a business card. He left me alone with the cooled down coffee and half-empty hall.

***
Returning, I pensively home sat on the couch in his hand was still the same card with the company name "White Stork" and phone number. I looked at the numbers that are printed with silver ink on a white board, then on the phone. Waving his hand, dialed and listened to the beeps.
 - Yes, said the cheery female voice. - The company "White Stork" listens to you, what can we help you?
- I'm calling you on the job.
I said a little voice trembling with emotion.
- Sorry, no vacancies.
She said and then hung up.
I closed my eyes with her hands and cried, naive girl believed that she was offered a job, still have to go back to Russia, unless the parents have not sold an apartment to her grandmother. In the next room, Billy figured out with whom to do with on the phone, the neighbor kid howled, I tried to calm down and admit that coming home is inevitable. The phone rang, giving vibration in the foot, I took it and wiped his hands tears, said.
- Hello.
- You suffer from a company, "White Stork". - Almost mechanically she said .- You called us recently?
- Yes.
I said and closed his hand second ear to hear better.
- Sorry, we only have that informed about what you call .- Hurriedly she said .- You agree to start work today?
- Yes.
Suddenly, for myself, I replied.
- Then you need to collect things, because you also agree to stay on the job .- She said, and this time I listened, and only agreed .- In an hour you drive up to the machine, dictate, please your address.
Once I ran to collect things, happily bouncing and smiling, just did not know why. I am one of those who weighs the decision and considering each step, and now agree on an adventure. After gathering all things into a single suitcase, I sat back on the couch and nervously fingered the lock on the jacket, waiting for the machine. Knock on the door, I opened and saw a man in trousers and white shirt.
- Hi. - Said he, pointing to the suitcase and asked .- Whose bag?
- Hi. My.
I replied.
- Then let's go.
He said, and took the suitcase, and then went to the door, I walked behind him, holding a bag with documents in hand. He put his suitcase in the trunk and opened my back door, I sat down. We silently drove, he turned to Beverly Hills and stopped by the house. Out of the car, took my suitcase and went with him to the side garage. Although both carry my stuff, I thought, all important documents with me, but you can buy new clothes. The driver came back, got into the car and off we went longer.

***
The car stopped near the office center. The driver opened the door for me, I went out and followed him to the entrance. He talked a few minutes with the girl at the reception, then drove me to the elevator.
- Floor 12, Office No. 745a, there are already waiting for you. - He said, pressing the call button lift. - Remember?
I nodded and stepped into the elevator, scored number 12 and the door slowly closed.
Less than a minute later I was delivered to the destination floor. Cabinet 745a was at the end of a long corridor, on the wall of which was written in large letters, "White Stork". I went cautiously opened the door.
- Good afternoon. - Smiling, she said the young girl behind the counter. - How can I help you?
- Hello, I'm on the job.
- Oh, it's you. - With relief she said. - You are already waiting for, come .- She said, pointing at the door.
Once inside, I saw a woman, gazing attentively at the monitor.
- Hello.
- Good afternoon. - She replied, without even turning your documents .-.
I got out of the bag and put the folder on the table, she, not noticing me, she took them and continued to work. Few minutes, something is printed, then ask.
- Catherine O. Starkov?
- Yes.
I replied.
- You can still sit and wait .- She said and pointed to the leather sofa .- Now the paper will be prepared to wait a few minutes.
I sat down, picking up a magazine, began to slowly turn the pages, the office has gone middle-aged woman with two cups.
- Let's go drink tea .- she said and put on the table one cup. - Kettle has boiled over.
- I can not rush job .- she replied and sighed, looked at the cup .- If no trouble, can you pour me a cup of tea, I drink later.
- Well the woman's consent .- .- What is the urgency of this.
- Makes a housekeeper. For Veit.
- I wonder .- she said. - And last seems to be laying off you yesterday, he quickly found a replacement.
- Would you know where? - Said the girl whispered, leaning slightly to the interlocutor.
- Where?
- In kafeyne this morning.
- Yes, what are you .- she said in reply .- It is interesting to look at it.
- So there sitting on the couch she answered her .- .- Russian.
I kept pretending not to hear and not understand them, they are also closely looked at me.
- Okay, do not bother me to work .- .- Later, she answered a talk.
- Good.
She said, giving me a final appraising look, left.
I found an interesting article and began to read it carefully, not noticing what is happening around them. Looking up, I saw a tall man standing with his back to the light trousers and shirt, he silently signed and gone, as suddenly as it had appeared.
- Come to me girl asked me .- .- You need to sign it.
I walked over to her table and began to carefully read the data it has paper, then put the painting.
- Take .- I said, holding out his contract .- Can I ask you a question.
- Of course she replied .- .- What are your interests.
- I need your company's data for transmission to the Russian Embassy for an exchange visitor visa to work.
- Do not worry, once you fully take shape, we will give you a copy of the contract. She replied, and handed me my papers, I put them in my bag and said goodbye, left the office.
Next to the elevator was the same man, in a pose it was evident that he was waiting for someone, I approached him and stood by, waiting to see when he clicks the button.
- Veit. - Introduced himself, he turned to me and I stared at him .- Duty you something.
- Catherine .- I said, at that time as the elevator doors opened. - Council to meet you.
He missed me forward, then stopped himself and hit a ground floor room. I tried not to look at it, but my curiosity got the upper hand. Not a young man he most likely already over thirty, say that the handsome, no, it was customary. The elevator stopped, the doors opened and we were to underground parking. Got in his car, we drove from the parking lot and drove toward his home, and my new place of work.

Chapter 2

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We drove to the house, Waite asked me to go out and went to put the car into the garage. A bright green lawn well-groomed, with a wide stone path that lined the lawn flowers, different colors. The house looked just the white columns and tall windows on the first floor, while the latter has been framed by a wide balcony. I looked at all this great wondering eyes, but there are houses and better, but it was for me the most gorgeous of them all. Hands in pockets of jeans, I walked slowly up the stone path, not advancing at the same time at the joints between the stones, the old children's habit. Veit was confident on the lawn and stood near the door, I quickened my pace and when the great door was opened to them, has risen by two low steps. He opened the door and let me go, I still could not understand all of the generating and was wary. As soon as I stepped over the threshold, stood still in amazement, a beauty, I have not seen yet never a huge hall, the size, probably, with all of our apartment on the second floor staircase with wrought iron railings, marble floors, the beauty of a word. Waite said to bear a couple of minutes.
- This is my home, I bought it recently, last year .- He said, and went into the dirty shoes up the stairs .- First, to better show you your room, and when you are ready, I'll arrange for you a tour. Good?
He offered, I nodded in reply and, pulling down sneakers, took him under the stairs. Imperceptible normal eyes the door, was almost completely under the stairs and merged with the walls. He went inside and turned on the light, I went after him.
- This will be your room .- he said, pointing to the room, whose dimensions were approximately the same as the one-room apartment that I rented in college years. - Room is small but it has everything you need.
The room was really completely undeveloped, wardrobe, sofa melenky next to which stood a table, a bed is not huge, but its small and can not be called and a wardrobe. After all, what I saw and where she lived, this is for my hotel room just 5zvezd. I, hands in pockets of jeans, as if in a museum looking at everything for fear of accidentally hurt, my exhibit.
- A bathroom here .- He said, pointing to the door next to the closet .- Here toilet and shower room with wash basin. - He added, not even opening the door. - Can you settle down, I'll go so far behind your belongings. - He said, and left the room.
I was alone again inspected all the while Waite went to the suitcase.
- Here's your thing .- Zanesya suitcase into the room, he said .- Make yourself at home. If something is needed, call.
- Thank you.
Hesitating, I said, he left the room, leaving me alone. I opened the suitcase and pulled out a large towel and went to take a shower. The bathroom was small, but most importantly it was mine and only mine. Folding your clothes in the basket, I put a clean shirt and black athletic pants, made her hair into a low ponytail and left the room. Marble floors seemed cold, so I had to go back and wear wool socks.
I walked down the hall, the hall and I thought that probably soon get acquainted with it, may not be his wife, but a girl, one hundred per cent, such a man must have a woman, and children too.

***
The hall was huge and bright, probably due to the fact that one wall was a window, a huge panoramic window, from which I could see the backyard. Light colors and conciseness, nothing extra large white skin sofa, armchair, coffee table and a huge TV, which weighs on the wall, a cozy sitting area. But it was only the first part of the whole room, a little farther behind the couch was a huge oak dining table with massive chairs upholstered in white leather. I have carefully scrutinized all around embarrassed to utter a word, Waite watched the news, I have not, as I went into the hall. I quietly stood near the sofa and waited for the end gear, but honestly dare say though, that some day.
- Oh .- exclaimed when he saw me, his breath a little, he added .- Probably need to show you a house. - I nodded .- This is a living room, there are going to visit more often. - Then we went in the opposite room, which turned out to be a kitchen, a huge, equipped with the latest technology, the dream of every housewife. But there was something wrong, do not feel the soul, perfectly clean chrome and untouched by some of the stickers on the doors, as if brought yesterday. - What's in the fridge? - Thoughtfully he asked, opening the door, but it was empty, a packet of frozen foods and a gallon of orange juice. - Will you juice?
- Yes. - I said, he took out two glasses and poured the juice and handed one to me .- Thank you. - After drinking the contents of the glass in one gulp, he was surprised by this and was about to pour me a second, but I pushed the glass away from you.
- It remains to show the second floor .- He said, coming from the kitchen .- The house is small, only a few rooms .- He talked about his home, climbing stairs, as if I'm going to buy it .- I guess, first I'll show you a guest room. - rising to the second floor, he said, my view is drawn in black and white photographs of him with two different girls. He got me at first in one room with double bed and wardrobe. Then to another differs from the previous only in color curtains and bedspread on the bed .- There was only my bedroom. - Coming out of the room, he said, I again looked at photos of the girls were very much like him .- Here is my bedroom .- I showed it to a huge bed occupies, perhaps, the entire room and a couple of lockers near the door .- This is office, where I worked and read books .- The office was in the style of the old library, with shelves of books to the ceiling, a large chair, a desk and a laptop latest model. - If something will need to send or look on the internet, you can use them .- He said, tapping his long fingers over the closed notebook.
We left the office, and I really thought that tour was over, but he took show dressing room, which was like a corridor leading to the bathroom, king-size. Fully lined with marble tiles, with a huge bathroom, where you can drown.
- I showed virtually the entire house .- He said when we got out of his bedroom .- There is only a garage and laundry room.
We went to see my main job, a basement room with shelves filled with household cleaning products, washing machine, dryer, steam iron and ironing board. He showed me the house and went out into the hall, looked at me, I do not know what to say so, said a banal phrase.
- A very beautiful house.
- Thank you. It's too late you're probably tired, so I propose to relax and do the work tomorrow. - He suggested, I nodded and went to her room .- Wait, I forgot to say that tomorrow I'm flying to work and need to collect things, everything will be in the bedroom next to a suitcase. - He said to me when I almost walked into the room.
I lay on the bed and tried to scroll through the events in my head this evening, a nice house, quiet mannered man, and with each new room knew that he was living here alone. Very strange all this is that the last housekeeper was fired yesterday, forcing me to be careful.

***
Wound-up clock in the evening on the phone woke me up at seven o'clock. Sharply rising went to take a shower, now I the first time in several weeks to really get enough sleep in silence and in a normal bed. Standing under the invigorating water jets, went on to talk about the owner of the house. I almost did not know anything about it, call Veit, the name seems to be Miller's papers had been written, so the trip to another country, the most expensive house on the street are more likely to have it, a business he or director or producer. How much I do not speculate, although I continued to be a mystery. Once home put on pants and a shirt out of the room. The house was quiet and not comfortable, going to the kitchen, looked in the fridge, I had not eaten since yesterday morning, so the top of the stomach rumble. There lay the lonely, frozen lasagna, opening the lid, I looked at the contents and, twisting his face, put back, it looked and smelled it's not edible. Digging in the closet, found a stack of finished breakfast, cereal and juice them and I had breakfast.
His head was only one thing to collect his suitcase polvosmogo I was standing near the door of his bedroom and decided to open it. He said yesterday that things are next to the suitcase and the suitcase in the room and I need to just go take out and, consoling herself. Taking himself in hand, I cautiously opened the door and peeked into the room in the suitcase was not there. Carefully went into the bedroom and looked once more all around, but nothing happened, then I realized that I needed to go into the dressing room. Carefully afraid to wake him up, went to the door, behind which stood a suitcase, and next to pile of clothes. Putting everything away and start carefully to what exactly the moment I stumbled and fell noisily to the floor, I do not remember, but it was painful, even though the blow softened sent the carpet. Waite did not budge, I got out by crawling out of the room and pulled out a suitcase, closed the door and sat on the floor to otdyshatsya. Heart pounding, but for a long time to sit in the middle of the corridor, I could not, therefore, carefully descended. In the laundry dumped on the table and began to sort out stuff them all out at least an hour, something had to throw in the washing machine, but a lot of steam and just refreshed neatly folded. I collect bags practical professionally, so neatly folded items take up less space than half of the suitcase. waiting when the wash is over I shifted a huge complex of wet laundry in the dryer standing above the washing machine, all the water drained and the remnants of the foam at me, completely soaked T-shirt, I turned on the car and went to change clothes. Remains of clothing pulled out of the dryer had to be ironed, so it was the most disgusting, since ironed shirt and make one arrow, rather than three, is an art. I finished out of the laundry is collected with a suitcase and left it under the stairs, with disheveled hair walked into the kitchen.

***
The kitchen was not very appetizing smell resembling rotten stew, Waite sat at the table and ate the very lasagna, which is either my way, thrown into a bucket.
- Good morning. Already awake .- Smiling, he said, looking at my disheveled hair .- Sit down to breakfast.
- Good .- I said and looked at the clock it was already half past ten. - I do not want to eat.
- Do you leave? - He asked me, but my expression without words made it clear that I have, I will not .- But I leave all these, it is very tasty .- Tried it pereubidit me, but I was almost sick from the smell.
- I'm going to work. - Having said that, quickly left the kitchen in order to breathe fresh air.
Did not want to interfere, and ask only that the person waking up on the work, such as it is a shame, so after a few minutes of pensive staring at the marble floor in the lobby, I decided to conduct an audit in the laundry. For me the main thing to know where that is and what it is used. All work on reading labels and permutations jars, boxes and rags on the shelves in clear only to me the system has taken a decent amount of time. When the clock was two, my stomach began to rumble all the stronger, and the smell of household head was spinning. Coming out of the laundry, I decided to go out and catch my breath, can be abolished head spinning, and belly rumble. Veit was watching TV, so quietly out into the backyard for me it seemed a simple task though in wool socks, I moved silently, like a ninja. After a couple of steps at the back of the couch is at the very moment when the room was a little quieter, my stomach rumbled loudly, I froze for a second.
Waite turned and looked at me.
- Eat you want? - He asked me, I would answer no, as the rumbling sounded again and the stomach is twisted so that the pain from his eyes nearly flew sparks .- I ate lasagna, pizza I order now, will you?
- Yes .- I replied, nodding his head .- In the meantime, I'll go get some fresh air.
- Sure, go .- Allowed it by typing this number in a pizzeria.
I walked through the sliding window into the courtyard and sat on the steps, my knees tucked to his chest, belly from heat ceased to ache, and it became a little easier, Waite sat down.
- Pizza will soon be brought. Let us go, and then you can travel to qualify. You just have time to bag to collect.
- And he has assembled.
I said proudly.
- When the time?
- In the morning, as soon as I got answered .- .- eight o'clock approximately.
- At eight .- .- I said, surprised even heard of.
The doorbell rang, he went to take the order, and I am in the kitchen for dishes and juice. When he returned to the room with the pizza on the table stood juice, and I sat in the chair. Taking a piece of pizza, we started eating, I gingerly bit off a piece of hot and slowly chewed, the stomach is not twisted again. After eating the first piece, I decided to find out about it a little more than name.
- Do you have a business trip?
- You can say that, you need to shoot a couple of scenes in Japan .- Most likely, I decided to director, since his answer .- The flight will be long, just have time to learn the role.
Word of the role, turned my head and all, I realized that he's an actor, and soon you will not say.

***
After eating half a pizza, he's gone to prepare for the trip, I cleared the table and walked into the room to hang things in the closet. Toward evening he knocked at the door, then walked.
- Do not disturb?
- No .- I said, removing the last hanger in the closet. - I decided things, hang out, until there is free time.
- Soon the car will come .- He said he sat on the bed tucked. - I'm going for about a week, I think, during this time you have time to tidy up the house.
- Of course I nodded .- .- Can I ask you a question.
- Yes. Ask, Do not be shy.
- I am about food. - I began to speak. - I will eat separately, and what to buy for you?
- Why do separately? - He cried and said - No separately. - I silently sat on the sofa and looked at him, afraid to utter a word. - Now I'll get a credit card and a list of products .- He said he left the room.
Who pulled my tongue to say about the separation of power, I scolded myself, while still Waite went to credit card. Returning, he handed me a card and a small list of product names and phone numbers.
- Here's the number. - He showed his finger to the first celebration of the two thick line number. - This phone is my assistant, Sabrina, on any question you can call it, it will help.
- Good.
I said, and put the piece of paper and card on the table at this time he took the phone from his pocket and after a couple of few words, put it away again.
- All car drove up, you need to go to the airport. - He said, opening the door. - I think you deal with everything I have to go.
Waite came out, I thought at first, but then decided that sitting alone in a closed room is not well. I went out and stood by the door looked like he was going to the car, and when he put his suitcase in the trunk, and could not stand up to him.
- Have a good flight! - I wanted to, he looked down at me and began to examine closely my socks.
- Thank you .- he said with a smile, why I suddenly decided to embrace him goodbye, I do not know. It all happened so suddenly that he only hesitantly put his arm around me, and then quickly got into his car and drove away.
I shifted from foot to foot and looked after them. How stupid it looked, I thought about saying goodbye, but not the last to return, unfortunately.

Chapter 3

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Not work, but a dream I thought, stretched at eleven o'clock on the bed. Brushing their teeth, and not disguised my pajamas, I left the room. It was quiet, so that when I uttered aloud his name, that there came to me echoes. After eating the remains of a pizza, I again smiled happily that fate threw me the job, who would not dream sleep up to eleven and get to work in your pajamas, while living in a nice house, never, I guess. Rising to the second floor, I looked around and decided to start cleaning now in order to quickly finish. What could be more difficult because I often do it at home. With these thoughts I began to work. All my enthusiasm died down, when I spent all day just one guest room, which was small and not finished, I fell asleep on the floor, covered with dusty curtains. In the morning I hurt the whole body, and I decided that the house is not flat at thirty squares, and it needed a different approach. Rethinking their mistakes and taking a shower, I put on jeans and T-shirt and went to the nearest supermarket.
After earning a basket of food for about twenty bucks, I got to the cashier.
- From 19.80 .- you said the cashier, I started counting the money, but lacked a couple of dollars. - The girl you have the same card. - Seeing it in my purse.
I applied it and waited with bated breath, will I pay for it, I rarely use credit cards, to be honest, it was the first time.
- Thank you for your purchase. Do not forget your card.
She said when I picked up a package of food and went home.
When he returned, prepared himself porridge and a couple of burgers, brewed tea and poured into a bowl of candy. After a hearty dinner and just plan ranked by ten o'clock in the evening I have lockable two perfectly clean guest rooms. Having set the alarm for nine I, taking a shower, went to bed. The next day his bedroom with study, dressing room and even bathroom sparkled clean, it was very hard, but looking at the bed and tucked perfectly sparkling glasses, I was filled with pride. To think and search for information about the owner of the apartment I have not had time, and a strong curiosity about his person, I was not observed. By bringing in laundry bag, I, sorting through it for color, black and white began washing over night and washed the first batch of hung in the closet.
After the second day of work no longer seemed so easy and simple as it first.

***
Washed and ironed things hanging back in the closet, I have been cleaning the second floor hallway and staircase. On the third day of stay in one house I began to feel a little freer so seized at the time of his old T-shirt, shorts pulled from pajamas to children's drawings pinned her hair into a bun and adding music to the whole house to her work. Dancing with the rhythms coming from the room, I step by step nearer to the first floor. Music for a second to turn off and I'm sure I heard blows on the door in surprise upset over a bucket of water and all wet and eaten like to keep from falling down the stairs and ran to open the door. My head was not understanding, because no one was supposed to arrive, especially Veit. I opened the door and saw an elderly woman who is confident, has gone into the house and looked at me with a haughty look. I'm being a little stunned by her behavior was, blinking his eyes.
- Hello .- I uttered, and froze again, she threw me on appraising glance. - Excuse me, I know who you are? - Taking his courage in the cam, I asked her.
- Good afternoon. I am the mother of the house owner. - She replied, looking around the hall .- Who are you such a new housekeeper? - I nodded in response .- Rights was Sabrina, my son, as always chose a complete misunderstanding.
These words I just ticked off and making a couple of deep breaths, I stopped the rush of approaching anger.
- Catherine. - Presented me with a smile.
- Margaret.
- Very pleased to meet you. - I withdrew and quickly disappeared behind the ladder in order to give himself up.
Wearing clean clothes and making the tail, came to the room where she sat Margaret, but stopped half way, wrapped in the kitchen.
- I think that our acquaintance has passed, is not very good - I said and put on the table a tray with tea and sweets .- Therefore, offering a fresh start.
She just looked at me and not touching the tea, she said.
- I will stay here until the arrival of his son. - This news pleased me, but I drive it, too, could not have continued to smile .- I'll do one of the guest rooms .- She said she went upstairs
- The keys on the table. - I shouted after her, and she had drunk tea, overstepped the work.
Margaret did not come out of the room for several hours, during which time I managed to clean up the ladder and clean the furniture in the room, the clock was nine. I fell behind on its schedule, so I decided today to work longer, but still finding his mother severely strained.
At midnight, when I was emptied of impotence with the feet, descended out of the room, Margaret. Initially, just stood there and looked at me as if I were an animal in a zoo, then came closer and said.
- Maybe we should have a rest?
- Yes .- I said, getting up from the floor .- Only porridge tomorrow quarrel and go to bed. - Wide yawn, I said.
- Tomorrow, cook, go and rest, you're on the go asleep.
I am a bit unsteadily, went toward his room and as soon as felt under a bed, fell asleep in a dream felt like Margaret hid me with a blanket and said good night.

***
In the morning had to give myself up as a ragged appear in front of Margaret no longer wanted. The house was quiet, I drank tea with a couple of candy and listened to the silence. After sitting for a couple of minutes, she decided to go upstairs and check whether Margaret is asleep. The room was open, the bed tucked, as if this night was no one there, I looked all around, and thought maybe I dreamed it all, or I of this household hallucinations. After closing the door, she decided that rest is worth more, and then have women see caricatures. Reflecting on the nature of hallucination standing on the stairs, I heard someone open the door, went through a couple of seconds, Margaret.
- Are you all right? - She asked, as I stood with white face, like a ghost in front of me. - Catherine! - Snapped his fingers in my face.
- You? - Said I, coming to himself.
- And who else, the ghost, or something .- she joked and laughed as she, to me more like crying .- I was leaving for the morning, just now released. And you do not seem to get enough sleep, or vice versa.
In my mind it was only one thing, it's real, it is alive and I'm not going crazy.
- It's OK, just can not get used to the fact that I'm not here one .- I said, completely come to himself.
- I do not have time for breakfast yet, so I suggest going to the local coffee shop. How do you like the idea? - She asked me, I nodded .- Then wait for you.
Wearing pants with a blouse in a gram, and kill small hair crab, I was ready to march to a coffee shop.
Margaret brought the car at the last moment decided that we would go to another place.
The driver stopped near a small restaurant, asked Margaret how much we pick up, then left.
The little cozy restaurant in the Italian style with wicker chairs and checkered tablecloths. Once we did order, brought us two cups of coffee.
- There are experts in the coffee and pastries. - Said Margaret, at the expense of coffee, I agree with it, but the famous buns we have not brought .- Can not yet brought our order, tell me about yourself?
- The fact that my name is Catherine, you know I said .- .- In America, recently a couple of months.
- How come and why - she asked, resting his hand down.
- She came from Poland, but born in Russia. A little less than a year ago, a tourist company in which to work, went bankrupt and I was left without work. Sitting on the neck of the parents did not want to, so I decided to go to America.
- Why in America and in Los Angeles? - She asked.
- When I was in college, we had a distribution for summer internships, and many visited the USA and other countries, and I went to work as a guide-interpreter, probably, after that I decided I must go here. - I said, and felt the smell of freshly baked pastries, which is carried from the kitchen into the hall.
The waiter put on the table a basket of rolls, cheese curd, honey and nuts. Prayers to the hot vanilla-scented loaf cheese on top and watered it all honey, I bit off with a crunch crust, but not mindless bliss experienced, granny cakes with cream cheese for me still tasty.

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Margaret short pobyla home, then went on business, leaving me. Once again I was left alone and to have time to visit all Veit, went to work. The house gradually became clearer, I am going through every closet and wiping the dust from everywhere began to recognize the house, and he did not seem to me so much. Later in the afternoon arrived, Margaret, I just cooked dinner and was going there after a hard day of work.
- You'll have dinner?
- No, I had lunch today firmly and do not want to as long as there .- she said, stepping into the kitchen where I imposed myself in macaroni and cheese dish. - But you draw up a company to drink tea .- I smiled and put the kettle on.
Made tea, we sat down I wind the long stuck on macaroni cheese with a fork, gently Margaret drank tea, afraid to burn the tongue. In the kitchen there was the sound of chewing and prihlebyvaniya hot tea.
- Catherine I ask not too pleasant for a girl question.
- Of course.
- How old are you now look like little children .- She said, looking at my pajamas with bears and bows.
- I'm 22 years old.
- Twenty-two! - Surprised she repeated .- And how parents can let you go at that age in another country?
- I practically live with fifteen years of independent life.
- Probably, it is hard to live without parents. - With compassion she said after I uttered the phrase.
- I have parents and Mom and Dad.
- But why do you not live with them?
- At fifteen I went to college in his native city of Kaliningrad, and the parents at that time lived in Poland. That's why I was so young live separately from them because of their studies.
- Bored at home and parents? - She asked me, pouring a cup of green third already cold tea.
- I had grown accustomed to not seeing them for months. - Scraping the cheese plate, I said .- But before I always knew that I should just take a train, and tomorrow it'll be there with them, and now between us thousands of miles away. - After these words, I was sad last time I saw my mom and dad at the train station, they accompanied me on the train, here is the third month, but still can not send them a letter.
- But you, as you can always call them .- Smiling, she said, as if reading my thoughts.
I also suddenly felt ashamed that I had not even deigned to write to parents, that she's alive. Margaret tried to help me wash the dishes, but I was totally against it.
At the time, while I led the kitchen in order, Margaret dressed and went downstairs to say good-bye to me.
- Today, I'll stay the night with her daughter, come back tomorrow morning.
- Good-bye. - I said, closing the door behind her.
The work is done and Margaret inquiries about my family forced me to remember that the ocean I still have parents, some none, but the parents.
Entering the room, I sat down at the notebook and started writing a letter.
Where to start with a greeting, or just write "I'm all good, got a job as a housekeeper, live in a house with a man," that they do not understand. Long sitting, just staring at the monitor and trying to write at least a couple of lines, but the recollection of which is why I'm here does not give the emotions pour out. Turning off the laptop, I left the room in tears, looking to his bedroom, the bathroom was. Shower well invigorating in the morning, but to relax the present, can only lie in the foam. So I picked up strongly out of the closet and a large white towel, turning the water started to undress. The foam is poured into the bath I had a woody citrus scent, which gave her courage. I lay in a bath filled with a high white foam by placing a folded towel head and closed her eyes. Every cell in my skin became weightless, all thoughts slowly went out of his head.

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Margaret arrived at nine and dressed again disappeared in the door, warning that comes after dinner, and together we will prepare dinner.
The house has been completely removed, even in the garage and swept the floor has set up sprinklers in the yard. It remains only to buy products that list was small, but take away all this in hand, I could not have decided to take advice Veit and his assistants call.
Dialing the number, I am confident voice after the other end uttered "Hello," said.
- Hello Sabrina, you are worried about Catherine Weit housekeeper, he said that if you have any questions, I can call you.
- You can get to the point, but I have no time to listen to you .- came from the tube. - What you need, just briefly. - Even more she said scornfully.
- You do not know how to find a car to go shopping.
In response, halfway laugh, just after she gave him.
- I know in the telephone directory with the letter T, is such a word Taxi.
Then listen to this abuse and I did not shut down. She took a business card from his pocket jeans company and dialed the number, she listened to me and immediately offered a driver for an hour, I thought, agreed.
The house is dark green Ford arrived, I opened the back door and was about to sit down.
- Good afternoon. - Smiling, said the driver, an elderly man with a mustache and a kind smile. - Get better ahead.
- Good .- I said, sitting beside him, wearing his seat belt and she asked. - And you do not know where the big supermarket?
- I know .- Answered he departed from the house to take you there .-.
- Yes.
- My name is John .- he introduced himself, holding out my hand.
- Catherine .- I replied, shaking his huge palm.
- Foreigner?
- Yes. Russian.
- I hear that the focus of an unusual .- I smiled, it's so easy to say that his talk did not prevent, but on the contrary very much liked. - Who you work or is your house?
- No, I'm in this house maid work.
- Long?
- A couple of days ago, settled, there soon will issue entirely.
- How do you head?
- Very nice man brought up.
- You mean Paul? - Surprised he asked .- Raised?
- No pro Veit. - I replied .- I worked in his house, so he's my boss.
- No. - John laughed .- Your boss Paul.
- And who is this Paul and why he's in my head as I took a job at home to Waite?
- The company "White Swan" is engaged staff. In her state including: maids, seamstresses, cleaners, organizers of the celebrations, cooks, drivers and a lot of people. - He said stopping at the park store. - Paul is a director and you are officially a subordinate of his, so the number of firms in the state.
- But to me, is the work of Veit suggested .- Surprised I said, not understanding, and here, some Paul.
- Waite uses the services of this company and reportedly very cranky customer.
- Moody's? - I repeated his words in interrogative tone .- Why?
- He has no more than a month did not work, especially after a scandal over the photos.
- What scandal? - I do not like to rummage through other people's dirty laundry, but then I became really interested.
- One of the workers made a couple of photos of his house and sold them to the magazine for not very large sum, but when he found out who did it, submit it to the court was not only a disgrace to her fired. After that, no more than a month in his home has not worked.
We came out of the car, John went with me, the store was huge, no cards can be lost. He took the trolley and walked confidently into the interior shelves with merchandise.
- John, it turns out that I was not Veit head? - I asked him, putting in the basket products.
- Your main boss Paul Waite and uses the services of the company and signed a contract.
- A salary turns out I get from the company.
- Yes .- he replied, nodding his head .- Waite pays for the fact that the company provides the service, but they also pay with the money you pay.
I pondered over the words of John Waite turns I did not head, he just called customer service a maid.
Bought the product and paying at the cash register, he took me home. Helped to place the heavy package of three at home.
- Glad to meet you Catherine. - He said goodbye, handing me his business card .- You can call directly.
- Thank you .- I said, holding a business card .- I too was very nice talking to you, I learned a lot. Goodbye.
John left, I laid out the food in the fridge and on the shelves and decided postryapat cake with berries, while Margaret did not return home.