CHAPTER THREE
Gerty and I succeeded in passing many an intimate moment together despite my mother, who kept incessantly tormenting the maid with her petty demands and with her constant need to have the maid on hand.
On the other hand, my father, when he came hack from the office, shut himself up in his study and did not leave it until it was time to go to bed.
One morning, when I was in the kitchen, I heard a conversation going on between Gerty and my mother. I could not overhear what they were saying, but when Gerty came hack to rue she had a satisfied expression on her face and there was something diabolical in her eyes.
"It's done," she said.
"What do you mean 'it's done'? What are you trying to tell me, Gerty?"
"Well, I got a half a day off... It's not too soon... because your b*
