The maids of mine
one a in her twenties
the other in late fifties
confront each other
when I am around,
engage in pleasant
conversation when
I stay away. A ploy
to fool me.
I eaves dropped
in the morning, the peak time
of their duties. The senior,
spoke in hushed tonewhile the junior talked loud.The older one would have said
I assume, just do a hap
hazard work when madam
is not around.
The inexperienced girl
turns apprehensive “Will she not find?”.
The fifty year old advises, tell her ” you did”,
do not change your reply to her continuous
questioning which she is prone to do.
The girl unsure, she continues
her work as instructed, The old woman
walks off in disgust,
Encountering me in the corner
she smiles peevishly,
I wanted to show her way out,
having to retrieve a fair amount from
her given as advance in salary, I keep
quiet, pass a sharp look, that will be
enough to agitate her, An expensive
adjustment.
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