I knocked on Carlson’s residence door. Checking my outfit. I was wearing a casual green sundress that stopped on my knees. The door opened. It was their helper Nina who welcomed me.
“Good evening, Kathy! Please come in! Belinda is waiting for you,” she happily greeted me.
I smiled and mouthed her thank you. I was about to walk to the dining room when Nina spoke again.
“Oh, Kathy!, this way, please,” she said, leading me to the second floor. I frowned and asked her, “Uhm, upstairs?” Is Belinda okay? Is she sick? I was puzzled.
“Oh, my bad! Mrs. Carlson wants you to go straight to her room.” Nina spoke, sensing my thoughts. I frowned.
“She has asked me to prepare the food on the porch and send you there.” She explained.
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