hands with warm washcloths. And thenââ Lillian hesitated, licking her lips, as if she was uncertain about whether to go on.
Hannah was ready to vomit. Sheâd heard men sniffed girlsâ underwear in Japan and did all kinds of weird things.
Lillian continued, âShe put a chocolate on my pillow.â
Hannah waited for more, but when Lillian didnât continue, she said, âI donât understand.â
âA chocolate.â Lillian strode to her long dresser, pulled open the top drawer, and took out a box of wrapped truffles. âI want you to put one of these on my pillow after you make my bed each day. Just one. And hide the box somewhere.â
Only a chocolate.
âUnder no circumstances do I want you to tell me where youâve hidden the box.â
âI canât hide it from you.â
âI insist. I will thank you later, believe me.â
âWhat if youâre hungry, and you eat your chocolate before you go to bed?â
âThatâs too bad for me, isnât it?â Lillian flashed Hannah her pale yellow smile. âThatâs all I get. Just one.â
Hannah could see some problems with this situation, but at least she didnât have to wash Lillianâs hands with warm washcloths. Then sheâd really feel like a servant. Lillian had listed so many cleaning jobs that Hannah had no idea how sheâd have time to babysit. Olga had told her that most of the time sheâd be babysitting and sheâd do some light cleaning. But it looked like the opposite was true.
Later, Hannah was scrubbing the bathtub in the bathroom off Sergey and Lillianâs room, her fingers all wrinkled and raw, when she heard Sergey drop on the bed with a loud groan.
She thought he might start undressing, so she called out, âIâm in here.â
The bed creaked again as he stood up and walked to the bathroom. âYes?â
She glanced back at him standing in the doorway. âI just wanted to warn you.â
âWhy? Are you going to beat me?â He grinned.
Hannah looked at him in confusion and then realized he was flirting with her. Katya would say something sassy back, but Hannah felt embarrassed and didnât want to give him the wrong idea. What was he looking at anyway? She was wearing the baggy gray sweat suit, possibly the most unflattering clothing known to mankind.
He cleared his throat and seemed embarrassed. Maybe he hadnât meant anything by it. âLillian has put you to work already?â
âYes.â Hannah continued scrubbing, remembering that she wasnât even supposed to look at him. But if Lillian thought she was going to stare at the floor, she was out of her mind.
He didnât leave. She could smell his sports deodorant right behind her. He was still watching her. Maybe he was looking at the strap on the back of her pouch. The sweatpants were a bit loose. She touched the back of her sweatshirt. The strap was covered, but what if heâd seen her check? She had to find a place to hide the documents, a place where no one would look.
âSergey!â Lillian said.
Hannah stiffened.
âWhat?â he said, stepping away.
âLet the girl clean,â Lillian said, her slippers slapping across the hardwood floor. She appeared in the doorway and stared down at Hannah as if it was her fault. âWhy do you have so much soap? And why are you using the sponge? I said to use the scrub brush.â
Hannah stood up, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her soapy hand. The sweat suit was too hot. âI guess I forgot. There are so many things.â
âYouâve only done the upstairs. You need to work faster than that or youâll be up all night.â Lillian turned and stalked out of the room.
Hannah cleaned all day. At night, after Michaelâs bath, she was picking up the bath toys, which heâd thrown around the downstairs bathroom, when a burst of male laughter
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