“I could ask you the same thing,” Nina retorts. “You two seem to be having a lot of fun. What’s the joke?”
Andrew lifts a shoulder. “I came down to get some water and Millie was here watching television. I got distracted by Family Feud.”
“Millie.” Nina turns her attention to me. “Why don’t you get a television for your own room? This is the family room.”
“I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I’m going to buy a television next chance I get.”
“Hey.” Andrew raises his eyebrows. “What’s so wrong with Millie watching a little television down here if nobody’s around?”
“Well, you’re around.”
“And she wasn’t bothering me.”
“Don’t you have a meeting first thing in the morning?” Nina’s eyes bore into him. “Should you really be awake watching television at one in the morning?”
He sucks in a breath. I hold my own breath, hoping for a minute that he’s going to stand up to her. But then his shoulders sag. “You’re right, Nina. I better turn in.”
Nina stands there, her arms folded across her ample chest, watching Andrew trudge up the stairs, like he’s a child she’s sending up without supper. It’s unsettling to see the extent of her jealousy.
I get up from the couch as well and shut off the television. Nina is still lingering at the base of the stairs. Her eyes rake over my gym shorts and tank top. My lack of a bra. Again, it strikes me how bad this looks. But I thought I would be all alone down here.
“Millie,” Nina says, “in the future, I expect you to wear appropriate attire around the house.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say for the second time. “I didn’t think anyone would be awake.”
“Really?” She snorts. “Would you just wander around any stranger’s house in the middle of the night because you assume they won’t be around?”
I don’t know what to say to that. This is not a stranger’s house. I live here, albeit up in the attic. “No…”
“Please stay up in the attic after bedtime,” she says. “The rest of the house is for my family. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
She shakes her head. “Honestly, I’m not even sure how much we need a maid. Maybe this was a mistake…”
Oh no. Is she firing me at one in the morning because I was watching television in her living room? This is bad. And there’s no chance Nina is going to give me a good recommendation for another job. She seems more like the sort of person who would call every potential employer to tell them how much she hated me.
I’ve got to fix this.
I dig my fingernails into the palm of my hand. “Listen, Nina,” I begin. “Nothing was going on between me and Andrew…”
She throws her head back and laughs. It’s a disturbing sound, something almost between a laugh and a cry. “Is that what you think I’m worried about? Andrew and I are soulmates. We have a child together and soon we’ll have another baby together. You think I’m scared that my husband would risk everything in his life for some trampy servant living in the attic?”
I swallow. I may have just made things much worse. “No, he wouldn’t.”
“Damn straight he wouldn’t.” She looks me in the eyes. “And don’t ever forget it.”
I stand there, not sure what to say. Finally, she jerks her head in the direction of the coffee table, “Clean up that mess—right now.”
With those words, she turns on her heel and goes back upstairs.
There isn’t really a mess. It’s just the water glass Andrew left behind. My cheeks burn with humiliation as I walk over to the coffee table and snatch up the glass. The bedroom door slams upstairs, and I look down at the glass in my hand.
Before I can stop myself, I hurl it to the ground.
It smashes spectacularly on the floor. Glass goes everywhere. I take a step back, and a shard digs into the pad of my foot.
Wow, that was extremely stupid.
I blink down at the mess I made on the ground. I’ve got to get it cleaned up, and moreover, I’ve got to find some shoes so I don’t get any more glass in my feet. I take a deep breath, trying to slow down my breathing. I’ll get the glass cleaned up and it will be fine. Nina will never know.
But I’ll have to be more careful in the future.
FIFTEEN
This Saturday afternoon, Nina is throwing a small PTA gathering in her backyard. They’re meeting up to plan something called “field day” in which the kids play in a field for a few hours, and somehow it takes months of planning to prepare for it. Nina has been talking about it nonstop lately. And she has texted me no less than a dozen times to remind me to pick up the hors d’oeuvres.