The Housemaid (The Housemaid, #1)

by Freida McFadden

She titters.

She what

“She likes to have five nuggets. You put it in the microwave for exactly ninety seconds. Any less, it’s frozen. Any more, it’s overcooked. It’s a very tenuous balance.”

Ew chicken nuggets in the microwave???

When she throws back her head and laughs, her double chin wobbles.

Finally, I wave my hand and say, “Hola!” That may have been Spanish again. Enzo looks up from the hole he was digging. There’s an amused expression on his lips. “Ciao,” he says.

Making me giggle

I want to slap her across her Botoxed face.

I squirted milk out like the office cow.