“So, each of us has something we want. And we get what we ask for.”
After a long silence, she looked up at me and said, “Mom, I’m going to City P with you.”
I nodded. Everyone saw different things, so they had different priorities.
The time of returning to City P had not been decided yet, but I must do my job in HL Area.
…
Perhaps because of the continued presence of the Kennedys and Nathan's care, I felt isolated at the hotel.
Where there were many girls, there were many rights and wrongs.
One day in the bathroom, I heard someone talking before I came out.
“Whose child do you say Clara is carrying? Could it be Leo?”
“No way. Aren’t they brother and sister?”
“There’s a lot of hooking up going on between rich and noble families. Don’t you think it strange that she, as a rich lady of City P, came to live in this small county with her child?”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think we’ve seen or heard about the child’s father. Could it really be Leo?”
“It’s possible. She slept with her brother and finally got pregnant and hid in this small town just to avoid suspicion!”
I couldn't help smiling. It seemed that no matter how we lived, we were not always free. People would talk!
A girl’s panicked voice came from outside, “God, I think I’m on my period. Which one of you has a tampon?”
“No. We didn’t even get our period today.”
“What am I gonna do? I’m gonna stain my dress. I forgot it was today, and I’m wearing a white dress.”
Girls seemed to get embarrassed pretty easily when things like this happened.
Pushing the door open, I handed her the extra tampons, washed my hands lightly and left without saying anything.
They were clearly embarrassed by my sudden appearance.
I seemed to get used to it, though. I’ve heard all the gossips I needed to hear.
Back at the office, I went back to filing, wondering how I should tell Nathan about my resignation.
“Well, thank you for that!” I heard the girl’s embarrassed voice, then she put a glass of milk on my desk.
I looked up and saw the little girl I had just met in the bathroom, blushing and talking to me.
“It’s ok!” I answered, almost unconsciously, because of my coldness. But after a while, I felt this was not very friendly, so I added, “You’re welcome!”
She looked down, gritted her lips, and said, “I’m sorry, I was...”
“Emily, we’re telling the truth. Why are you apologizing? We’re not the ones who are wrong. A bystander spoke, as if with
reason.
Speaking of which, I’d been working in this hotel for nearly two years and couldn’t seem to remember the names of a few of
my colleagues.
There was not much to eat near the hotel, just a few fast-food restaurants and snack bars. She chose a snack bar, ordered
food and found a table.
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