5
Ariel
A couple of weeks had gone by with me trailing along after Francesca, the lead housekeeper. “Folding a fitted sheet is an art form, Ariel. Every good housekeeper knows how to execute this perfectly.” She held a white sheet in front of her, then made some swift moves before putting the bundle—which now looked as if it had just come out of the package—down on the folding table. “Did you see what I did there?”
Shaking my head, I felt a little lost. “I did not,” I admitted. “You went a little too fast for me.”
With a heavy sigh that made her ample bosom heave, she picked up another sheet and went ten times slower. “Did you see what I did this time?”
“I did.” I picked up a sheet and tried my hand at it. “Oh, now why is it not going into that position correctly?” I could feel her da
