“Ok,” Li Yang shrugged, “No problem.”
“But,” Henri added, holding the box tightly, “No looking.”
“Ok,” the ayi told him, she didn't care what was in it but was certain that it contained a surprise for the man's beautiful wife, “I put under my bed.”
Henri Carmel seemed satisfied with the response and loosened his grip, allowing Yang to place the parcel inside her shopping bag. He hoped that the cleaning lady's innocence would serve him well.
“See you next week,” he told Yang handing her the day's salary, “And thank you.”
“I see your wife next Saturday?” the ayi asked gently, curious to know whether Madame Carmel was just as pretty in the flesh as she was in print.
“That's right,” Henri confirmed, “Her name is Madeleine.”
Li Yang left, repeating the name over and over until she got a
