She stopped at the end of the hallway, glanced out the window at the neighbor’s house, a few acres away, and turned back to return to her room. However, something caught her eye in the window was she passed the dining room.
She squeezed past the giant table and stood in the window as she watched the spectacle going on outside. Aaron was riding a dark gray horse she assumed was David bareback around a pasture enclosed by a white fence and Jen sat behind with her arms around him. Both wore cowboy hats--hers was pink--both were talking and both were grinning. The sweetness of it all had Josey smiling to herself, and when someone cleared their throat behind her, she jumped and threw the thin, white curtains shut.
A short woman in a black sweatsuit she recognized as the maid stood in the wide doorway with a rag and some cleaning supplies in her hands, staring nervously at Josey.
“Oh,” Josey mumbled and smiled. “Hi.”
“Beautiful couple.” The maid had a thick Indian accent.
“Oh!” Josey glanced over her shoulder, slightly gestured to Aaron and Jen. “Yeah, they’re sweet.”
“No,” she said stubbornly. “Not them. You.”
Josey hesitated, jammed her hands into her pockets.
“Chas never bring girl home,” the maid admitted, though Josey already knew. “You special, yes?”
Josey laughed nervously. “I don’t . . . I don’t know.”
The maid simply nodded and sprayed the dark tabletop, bent her head and went to work.
Josey returned to her room and as she got ready for the day, she wondered why the maid’s words had stuck to her so well. She already knew that Chas had never taken any of his girlfriends to meet his parents, so why did she keep replaying the words in her head? Chas never bring girl home. It wasn’t until much later in the day did she realize that the reason it had stuck was because of what the maid had said next.
You special.
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