Once I had my plan nailed down, I got all dolled up and hit the road right after lunch.
I noticed Zora was tailing me with her car almost immediately, bobbing and weaving through traffic to keep up. I couldn't help but smirk at her attempt to stay discreet. I drove straight to the hospital and checked myself into the physical therapy center for some rehabilitation exercises.
Doctors had encouraged me to do these exercises regularly, saying they would aid in my recovery. After the workout, I felt drenched in sweat, but also incredibly refreshed. The exercises were gentle and slow, perfect for someone recovering like me.
Just as I finished, Catherine arrived, and we left the hospital together, giggling and chatting. We went to a coffee shop with a back door and spent the afternoon enjoying ourselves, talking about everything under the sun. I laughed so hard I was doubling over.
By the time I had to pick my kid up from school, I was sure that Zora had been camping out somewhere, watching us like a dog. So, I snuck out through the back door with Catherine and picked up Probert.
Sure enough, I returned home without a sign of Zora. It wasn't until Clara brought Carl back home that Zora rushed in, looking startled to find me comfortably lounging on the living room couch, playing with the kids.
Naturally, as the lady of the house, I wasn't pleased with her tardiness. I frowned at her, "Zora, you need to keep track of time when you go out, or at least call ahead. We've all been waiting for you, especially the kids. They've been at school all day and they're hungry. We can't start dinner without you. You're certainly taking your job as a maid easy."
She quickly apologized, providing some excuse before heading into the kitchen to start dinner. I snorted dismissively, reminding her to always remember her place as the maid.
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