Working with the Dickings had suddenly become a very difficult task as I gradually fell in love with Mr. Dickings. Seeing him poorly treated by his wife was no fun to him. There were times when I prayed and hoped that I had a chance to treat him like a real husband.
Being a house cleaner to the Dickings for five years, I watched his pretty wife suddenly change from a good wife to an adulterous woman. It would have been my wish to let him know of her dirty habits with his colleague and other strange me, but there was no need letting him since I was scared of being the cause of their broken home. Besides, I was afraid that his next option for a wife could never have been me.