‘Anton, what are you doing?’ she asked in a hushed…
‘Yeesh, dis Madam of mine? She willy wolly in her head! Do dis, do dat, look up, look down, who she tink I am? A-h-h a roobort, no, not right, robot, somet-ing like that. Hauw!’
‘Grace, where are you?’
Where she tinks? In the kit-chen, always in the kit-chen! ‘Me here, Madam.’
‘Ah, there you are Grace. I was looking for you. Now, as I was saying before, you really need to look upwards and downwards when you clean. Please believe me, I am not criticizing you. You are an excellent worker and all the surfaces are shining beautifully but…’
Blaady, blaa, gobilty gook.
‘You are not looking at me; you’re definitely not hearing me; what goes on in that brain of yours Grace? Look at me!’
‘Yes Madam, me look at you,’ replied the large black lady whilst trying to keep a bland face.
(A special thank you to Janet Dubbelman for the image of her beautifully crafted african quilt shown above)