The thought of it struck terror to Kathy’s heart. “Mr. Satomi said that if Abul doesn’t marry me, I will be given to Doctor Gruber.”
“Yeah. And the crazy German will give you to his crazy nephew and that’s the end of Mrs. Ryan. I hear stories about them madmen.”
“But Miss Kim....,” Kathy began.
The Asian woman held up her hand. “Don’t want to hear no more. You go to basement. Little bedroom there now is your room. Abul and me now have the big bedroom up here. Find uniform that Abul pick for you. Put it on and clean house. Give me manicure and pedicure. Abul be home in two hours.”
The uniform was much as Kathy expected it would be: A short black skirt completely split up both sides. Along the bottom of the front and back flaps of the skirt were snaps, which could be hooked into similar
