Anchaya followed Phon until they reached the hall, where they met an elderly woman about the same age as Aunt Mai.
“Anchaya, this is Aunt Pim, the housekeeper here.”
“Hello, Aunt Pim. Please look after me,” Anchaya greeted the older woman respectfully with a wai and a smile.
“She's a distant relative of mine. Feel free to ask for her help with anything, Aunt Pim. She won't be going back to school for another two months, I think.” Phon had mentioned his niece to Aunt Pim before, but hadn't gone into details about Anchaya's status.
“She's quite pretty. But are you sure she can do housework? I heard she's still studying in Bangkok.” Perhaps it was because of Anchaya's appearance, resembling a city girl, that she seemed unlikely to be skilled in housework.
“I can do everything: laundry, i
