Flora loaded the first batch of dirty laundry onto the washing machine. The laundry area was filled with the alternating hum of the machine and the slopping water. She went to the next laundry basket and resumed segregating the clothes systematically. She remembered Maya’s instructions not to get the clothes mixed up and decided to just load the clothes per basket. It was tedious and would occupy more of her time, but she could not let the same mistake happen again. She wondered who would be in charge of the housekeeping since Maya had gone and guessed that Pablo would probably get someone from Cardena to replace her.
Flora looked at her daughter who seemed to be content playing at the corner by herself. She had propped her doll on a chair and had crowned her with some of the plants that she had picked from the vegetable patch. She remembered how Nadi used sanaria previously, but now she had to content herself with stems and leaves from discarded vegetables. Then, she r
Eva’s door closed and Flora was left alone in the corridor wondering who it was that Eva called a very important visitor. The first person that Flora could think of was Emil, but the man in the room with Eva was taller and had a thinner frame. Flora could not see his face because his back was turned towards the door, but she could tell it was definitely not Emil. Could he be one of the master’s guests who took a liking to Eva? But why would he visit Eva in her own room inside the servant’s quarters? Maybe another servant who had just arrived in Orsica and turned out to be Eva’s acquaintance? That would be more probable given that Eva seemed glad to have him inside her room. That glass of red wine Eva was holding though. It did not seem probable that Pablo would allow one of the master’s bottles to be taken to the servant’s quarters. Yet, Rosa did say that servants also drink wine although the old cook did not mention if they were from the master.
Flora walked towards Nadi’s bed and stared at the doll that was propped against her daughter’s pillow. Flora had not observed it before, but the doll had a letter ‘K’ patched on its chest, which was why Nadi insisted in calling it Kay. The doll Flora was holding had a different pattern on its chest.Flora felt her heart beat faster as she picked Kay from Nadi’s pillow and replaced it with Nadi’s own doll. Flora looked at the doll she was holding and wondered what to do with it. Is it possible that the doll was owned by Emil’s daughter? Flora thought.Still holding the doll, Flora decided to place it in a paper bag. She resolved to give it back to Emil the following morning. Then, with her head still filled with thoughts about Kay and Emil’s daughter, Flora finally got to bed and slept.The next morning, Flora woke up feeling well-rested and eager to start the day. She sat up in bed and looked at Nadi who was
Eva crossed the polished floor of the kitchen using the same shoes that she wore outside. She then stood still while casually looking around her as if a fashion model having her photographs taken. Then, her gaze settled on Rosa who was looking at her with undisguised displeasure.Eva looked as if she was about to yawn and waited for Rosa to make the first move. When the old woman did not speak, Eva placed a hand on her hip before sauntering towards the table where Rosa was seated. When her actions did not provoke any word or action from Rosa, Eva placed a hand on the table and asked, “What’s with you, old woman?”Rosa straightened her back and puffed out her chest. She was peeling a carrot and was holding a knife, but she laid b
Flora closed the door gently, seeing Rosa’s back as the old cook hunched over the kitchen table. Rosa rested her elbows on the kitchen and buried her face in her hands. Flora could not help but feel sorry for the old cook who had probably not experienced such a shouting match with any of her maids in which she had been the one to lose. To have been shouted at and outranked by someone who only just a few days ago had been at the receiving end of Rosa’s tirades would have made the old woman humiliated and defeated.Flora herself did not know how she should feel about the whole incident. She did feel sorry for the old cook, but she also felt that Eva might have been too harsh and disrespectful towards Rosa. Eva had been vindictive and relished the experience of getting back at the cook who had been quite strict and equally harsh towards her. Then, Flora remembered how much work needed to be done to prepare the breakfast for the household and she was concerned a
“Now, I need to go find Pablo to get further instructions on my responsibilities,” said Eva. “The thing is, I don’t know where I could find him in this big house!”“I think he goes outside to inspect the grounds as well as to brief the gardeners,” said Flora, trying to be helpful.“Of course, he visits the grounds!” said Eva, giving the impression that she knew all along and that Flora should be ashamed for even mentioning it. “How else could he make sure that everything’s clean?” Eva placed a hand on her hip.“I think he also instructs the gardeners on the hedges that need trimming,&rd
“Just do what you are supposed to do,” Flora heard Eva say as she reached the entrance hall. “You have all been working here longer than I am and it’s about time that you learn to do your work without much instruction!”Eva had her back towards Flora while the other servants were standing in a row and facing the new housekeeper. Flora tried to stand in line with the others without disturbing Eva from speaking. Flora had just joined the ranks when she realized that Eva was shouting at her.“You’re late! I told you to come here as soon as you’re finished with your tasks at the kitchen!” shouted Eva.“I’m sorry, Eva, I just placed the used dishes in the dishwasher and took out some of the ingredients to prepare for lunch–“ Flora tried to explain, but she was cut short by Eva.“I don’t care why you’re late! I won’t tolerate that behavior! As long as I’m
As Flora descended the few steps to the passageway, she felt the cold penetrating her skin and she wrapped her arms around her body to warm herself. The walls were covered with intricate carvings that Flora could not quite make out. There were abstract images that to Flora looked like nocturnal predators about to pounce on an unknowing prey. As Flora walked, she felt as if she was being watched that more than once, she glanced sideways because she thought she saw something had moved.The passage went down several meters before coming to a dead end. Flora took a deep breath when she saw the far wall with its large circular symbol with intertwining branches that looked like multiple headed serpents and pointed wings that protrude from the sides. Flora thought she saw the scaled bodies of the snakes move as she walked nearer, but decided that it was only an optical illusion created by her own movement as she saw more of the carved design.At the end of the narrow passage,
The ghastly appearance of Dante inside one of the crates shocked Flora and she took several steps backwards. She wanted to scream and had to put her hands to her mouth to stop herself from doing so. She felt unable to run out of the room as she looked at the pallid face of the master whose eyes were locked in a penetrating stare. Questions flooded her mind: What was Mr. Dante doing inside a box full of earth? Is he dead? Or is he alive and awake? Can he see me? Should I run?Flora gained back her senses after a few moments and realized that Dante, despite his eyes being wide open, remained motionless. She ventured a few steps forward and watched for any signs of consciousness. At first, Flora was afraid that Dante was dead, but his unusually red lips seemed to snarl and the deep eyes seemed to gaze at her knowingly. Looking at the master’s face closely, Flora saw that he was not as old as she thought he was. He looked more youthful with less of the gray hair and the wri
The water was clear and Lisa had no trouble seeing the cave opening just ahead. Before swimming through the opening, she took a quick look behind her and saw Nestie just behind her. Lisa gave Nestie a quick wave and shot through the opening of the cave with broad strokes of her arms and legs. Lisa swam to the surface and was quickly amazed at what she saw. The sun shining through the opening of the grotto made the water luminous, turning it from emerald to a glowing neon. She looked at her hands from under the water and saw the fine bubbles on her skin turning her hands into silver. She looked up at the ceiling and saw the ripples in the water reflected on the high dome of the grotto, giving the cavern an otherworldly appearance. The stalactites hanging from the ceiling glinted in the green light and looked like numerous fingers reaching for the water below. Nestie’s head bobbed out of the water and he quickly wiped the water from his face with his hands. Lisa watched his friend’s re
The boat glided over the water, leaving ripples in its wake. The boatman jumped aboard and started the engine, steering the boat towards one of the many islets that dotted the sea. Nestie turned his head and looked at the cliff that they had just descended. He swallowed hard before saying to Lisa. “I can’t believe we descended from that,” he said. “Are we going back the same way?” Lisa smiled as she saw the expression on Nestie’s face. Her friend took the front seat on the boat while she sat behind him. “Do you want to?” Lisa asked. “I don’t know if I can make it,” Nestie replied. Then, he added. “Maybe I can, but you will have to pull me up.” Lisa laughed at Nestie and pinched his back. “Ow! What was that for?” asked Nestie, rubbing his back which Lisa had just pinched. “For being so adorable!” Lisa answered. “Look ahead of you and enjoy the scenery. Don’t you think the islets and the rock formations look stunning?” Nestie loo
Upon alighting from the tricycle, Nestie saw the ocean and the tall cliffs that surrounded a wide beach. They were a short distance from the sandy coast where several boats were docked. Out on the sea were numerous islets that rose from the water like the backs of turtles or upturned boats. Several of the islands were connected to each other like a pearl necklace, the sea between them becoming labyrinthine for boats to navigate through. Fortunately, the islets also served a purpose in protecting the moored boats on the small beach where Lisa and Nestie were standing as well as the inner islets in the archipelago from the strong currents and big waves coming from the open ocean. “Do you like what you’re seeing so far, Nestie?” asked Lisa who had just paid the tricycle driver and stood beside Nestie to admire the scenery. “I’ve seen so many coasts in my life, but this is still breathtaking!” remarked Nestie, drinking in the scene before him. They were on top of a cliff
Lisa woke up from the sound of birds outside the window. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the room flooded with golden light. She stretched her arms and rubbed her eyes before sitting up in bed. It looked like it was going to be a good day, she thought as she looked around the brightly-lit room. Celie was still sleeping soundly so Lisa silently got off her bed and prepared to take her morning shower. It was good that Celie was able to sleep without any incident. Her cousin needed to have a good night’s rest if she were to look great for her birthday party. After taking her shower and putting on her usual comfortable clothes of jeans and a cotton shirt, Lisa noiselessly left the room. She then walked to Nestie’s room and knocked on the door. “Come in, Lisa,” came Nestie’s voice and Lisa twisted the door knob. “How was your sleep last night, Nes?” asked Lisa. Nestie had already changed and was combing his hair. “Very well. Thank you,” replied Nestie.
Lisa lay in bed with her blankets to her neck. Celie was right. It was a cold night. Lisa, however, could not figure out why Celie insisted on having the windows open despite the cold. Her cousin’s actions had been a bit erratic and illogical these past days, thought Lisa. She knew that her cousin tended to be unpredictable at times even when they were young. Back then, it could just be attributed to their youth; Lisa, herself, remembered doing some wild things with Celie. However, they were now grown women and very much in control of their actions. Lisa could understand Celie’s predicament of having to live under public scrutiny and always acting as a model figure for her father’s citizens, but Celie’s sudden disappearances and escape from her security detail were quite irresponsible. There was a quick snort coming from Celie’s bed and Celie moved restlessly to one side. Lisa looked at her cousin and wondered where she had gone after her photo shoot at the Home for the Elde
“Is that you, Lisa love?” came Celie’s drowsy voice as Lisa entered the guest room. The lights were off and Lisa could only tell from the dark shape over the bed that her cousin was already lying down as if ready to sleep. “Yes, Celie,” said Lisa, looking at her cousin. “It seems too early for you to be sleeping. Would you mind if I turn on the lights?” Lisa switched on the lights and saw that her cousin was in bed with her blankets drawn up to her neck. There was a soft moan from Celie. “Oh, sorry. Is the light too bright?” asked Lisa. “N-no,” came Celie’s reply. “Keep the lights on.” Lisa was about to walk towards her bed when she noticed Celie’s face. Celie’s face was ashen and her lips were pale. “You look pale, Celie. Are you sick?” asked Lisa worriedly. “No. I’m alright, Lisa. Don’t mind me. I just feel tired, that’s all,” came Celie’s reply. “Sorry to hear that,” said Lisa. She nevertheless went towards Celie and
The gates to the Adobe House opened slowly to allow the van to enter the grounds. There were soft knocks on the van’s window that made Lisa look at the person making the sound. She saw a young woman outside the van offering her garlands of sanaria. After a short pause, Lisa decided to lower the window and bought several garlands from the young woman. The young woman beamed, briefly showing her white but misaligned teeth. She thanked Lisa before walking off to find other buyers of her sanaria garlands. The sweet smell of the fresh garlands filled the van as it drove inside the Adobe House grounds. Lisa took a deep breath and was quickly reminded of her time as a young girl in Cardena. She remembered that there used to be plenty of sanaria growing wildly in nearby vacant lots and she and Celie would compete on who could pick the most. The flowers were brought to the kitchen were the kitchen maids would take some of their time to turn them into garlands. Sanaria leaves that did
The rain fell just too heavily and too sudden that Lisa could not tell if she did see what she thought she saw. She remembered seeing banners pinned on the trees outside as they entered the building earlier and knew that she could have imagined those to be something else. There was another flash of lightning followed by thunder and Lisa knew that it could be another one of the freak weather disturbances that she and Nestie had been seeing more frequently lately. “Toto, you have to stay calm,” said the nurse to the old man. She had come to the old man’s assistance when she found him to be distressed. “It’s just the rain. It will be over soon.” Lisa walked over to Nestie who was looking at the nurse as she tried to calm Toto. The two friends wanted to help the old man, but knew that the nurse would be able to do a better job. The nurse turned to Lisa and Nestie and gave them a smile. “He’s always like this during thunderstorms. Crying like a child.” “Ju
Toto placed his wrinkled hands on top of his notebook. He took off his glasses and looked at his audience around the table. They had all finished lunch and were listening to him as he read from his notebook. "Why did you stop?" said an old lady. "Go on. I want to know what happens next." "Yes, I want to know what happened between you and Clara," asked another bright-eyed old lady. "You had me talking for almost an hour. I think I deserve some breather," said Toto. He coughed, prompting Nestie to grab the pitcher and pour cold water onto Toto’s glass. “Thank you,” said Toto to Nestie after taking a few gulps of water. Lisa was amused. "You mentioned the Devil's Sea. Is that a real place?" Toto gave another cough and set down his glass on the table. "It's real alright. You don't hear a lot of stories about it now, but in those days, there were a lot of boats that went missing in that area." "You mean like the Bermuda triangle?" a