After the Divorce I Took My Three Girls to California — Then the Housekeeper Walked Into Their Thanksgiving Dinner and Ended Everything
“That’s nobody,” she said, and the mask was back, but hurried, imperfect.
“A crazy ex.
He follows me.
He shows up places.” Her eyes narrowed.
“If you like your job, Hattie, you will not say one word about him to Rosalind.
Not one.
Do we understand each other?”
Hattie nodded.