The Housemaid Is Watching (The Housemaid, #3)

by Freida McFadden

His general life philosophy seems to be that everything will be done tomorrow.

I expressed this concern to him when we were planning the move, and he acted like it was the silliest thing he’s ever heard, even though I throw out my back every other week. And it’s not from lifting a sofa. It’s from, like, sneezing.

By the end of this night, if I have not stabbed Suzette with one of these forks, it will only be because I’m not sure which one to use to do it.

Unlike Dad, she deals with everything in a calm and rational way.

Ugh, I sound like my mom. She’s always apologizing for things she didn’t even do wrong, and now I’m doing it.

I suppose nobody ever suspects the housemaid.