entertainment center, and then a hallway that branched off to the right. She said that was where the indoor pool was located.
Right off the kitchen was what she called their informal dining room. No room in this house was small to me, but she called it one of their smaller rooms. It had a beautiful dark hardwood table with twelve cushioned hardwood chairs. The walls were paneled in a lighter wood, and a large window looked toward the rear of the property.
âIs that a lake?â I asked, looking out.
âDonaldâs lake, yes. Itâs man-made. He says heâs going tostock it with fish. What fun is that, right? It would be like shooting fish in a barrel, but once Donald sees something someone else has, he wants it, too. There are two rowboats. Thatâs fun, at least.â
She pulled a chair away next to the chair at the end of the table and fit me into that place. Two dinner settings, glasses, and silverware were already there. Almost as soon as Mrs. March took her seat, Mrs. Duval came through the door that led from the kitchen. She carried a bowl of rolls and a jug of water.
âGood evening, Mrs. Duval,â Mrs. March said, sounding very formal all of a sudden.
âGood evening, Mrs. March.â
âDoesnât our little girl look pretty tonight?â
Mrs. Duval paused after she poured Mrs. Marchâs glass of water and looked at me as if I had just arrived. I caught the slight tic in her eyes, the little moment of surprise. She glanced at Mrs. March and then forced a smile and said,
âSÃ, muy bonita.â
Mrs. March looked satisfied. She leaned toward me as Mrs. Duval returned to the kitchen. âThat means âvery prettyâ in Spanish,â she whispered. âDo you know any Spanish?â
âNot really,â I said. âI mean, I know some words.â
âAlena spoke fluent Spanish, because Mrs. Duval had been her nanny since birth. Iâm sure youâll learn quite a bit just being around her. Itâs the best way to learn a language, better than in a classroom. Thatâs what Donald says.â
âI know some Chinese words because of my mother,â I told her.
She didnât look that excited about it. âThatâs nice. Educating yourself as much as possible is important. I bet you are a good reader, too, right?â
Mrs. Duval brought in our salads and set them down without looking at me or speaking.
âI havenât read that much for a while,â I said
âOf course. I understand. But youâre going to see that Alena had a wonderful library in her sitting room. Unless youâve already explored those shelves.â
âNo, I havenât yet.â
âGetting Kiera to read anything is like trying to feed her cod-liver oil. She has barely passing grades. Donaldâs at his witâs end with that, and it isnât because we havenât paid for tutors. She never liked any, but Iâm sure youâre going to like Mrs. Kepler. Doesnât this salad look good? You like figs in your salad? We all like that. Alena loved it.â
âI never had it before,â I said, but I nodded. It did taste good.
That pleased her, and she became even more talkative, telling me about her own youth, her high school years, and her years at a private college she called âmore of a charm school than a real educational institution. But I wasnât meant to have any sort of career,â she added. âI was born to be who I am.â She laughed. âThatâs what Donald says.â
Everything was what Donald said, I thought. I couldnât help but wonder what he was really like and what he would think of me.
âIs he coming home tomorrow?â I asked.
âNo. Heâll be away the rest of the week, but thatâs allright. Weâll have plenty of company, with your tutor coming tomorrow, your doctor checkup, lots to do. No worries,â she said. I was waiting for her to add,
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