“Ma’am Adele!”

They surrounded me, and others were still panting as if they’d been doing this for a long. Someone older approached me. Her eyebrow arched. She was dressed differently, like Esther and the other maids, although she was dressed in the same hue. She moved in front of me, and the servants stood aside to allow her to pass.

“Where have you been?” She was smacking a tiny stick in her hand. Her glasses were smudged, and her hair was knotted. Some of her hair has already turned white. In the novel, she is like the man’s mother and the antagonist.

“Here.” I pointed to the door behind me....