MRS. Grimes slammed the phone down on the table with trembling hands, her face a mixture of anger and worry. She had just got off the phone with Orlanda, and she was more furious than she had ever sounded before. The way she had demanded answers about the sudden change in the payment account, accusing her and her husband of making such a crucial decision without her consent, had left her shaken.
Her heart raced as she stood in the dimly lit kitchen, clutching the edge of the counter. That was where she was, doing the dishes when the call came in. As she stood there beside the counter, she could still hear Orlanda’s angry voice ringing in her ears, full of hurt and betrayal.
It had been easy enough to convince Orlanda to take the maid job, feeding her the promise that the money would hel
