Chapter Eleven
SYLVIEThat morning instead of my alarm, I’m awoken by the happy trilling of birds. Sun shines through my bedroom’s gauzy employee-issue curtains. It’s not often that the sun is up to greet me. It’s usually dark out when I leave my bungalow for my job as the director of the three different Kinder Clubs at our vacation village.
At first, I panic. Did I sleep through the alarm? What time is it? Where should I be?
But no, that’s not it. I spot the readout on my Samsung. It’s Sunday, my one day off every week. And unlike when I worked off-property in Jamaica, there aren’t any relatives at my front door wondering if I will be going to church with them. Taking the place of my mother who left me in Jamaica after Lydia’s funeral… and never came back.
But despite having worked at
