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The constant gardener

... Donnovan. That's what I dreamed of when I stayed late too, but that first day I didn't see her. The mansion looked empty.

It continued like that for a couple of weeks, during which I got a chance to see the rest of the family. Donnovan was elusive, but always left for work in a brilliant suit. The children were adult, a boy my own age, and two older daughters who looked like paler versions of their mother. I tried not to stare. At the same time, I tried to look my best, taking off my shirt, wiping the sweat from my body. They looked, I was sure of it. They even giggled. But the only one I really wanted to impress was Mrs. Donnovan. Every time she sat by the pool, I made up an excuse to walk past. I even got to see what she looked like in that conservative swimming suit that was like latex poured over her body, down her thighs, making her look strong and mature in a way that her kids never would. She was the original. But I never caught her stare. She was too busy forming that perfect body, and I never really thought that I -- some kid next to her -- had a chance. I was simply grateful for the opportunity. If I handled my cards right, her reference would take me anywhere.

But I had not considered everything. Every day was a loss for me, economically speaking. Transportation, food, new clothes that were mandatory according to Jeff, rent, and water and power. Sometimes I felt like I was losing money simply by waking up every morning.

I had a job that I loved, but a job ...

... that couldn't support me.

That was the tragedy that one amazing day made me walk off my regular route on to the white stone around the swimming pool, trying not to look at Mrs. Donnovan with tears in my eyes. I'd come to hand in my resignation, not even a letter, just words.

"Hello, you", she said with a smile. Her lips were as full and beautiful, her eyes piercing beneath thick lashes. One time I'd seen her kiss Donnovan on the porch. I'd thought about it ever since, imagining that it was me instead. But I was shorter than him, even shorter than Mrs. Donnovan. "If you have any questions, I'm sure Jeff can help you out."

"It's not something I can go to Jeff with", I said, trying to look at her straight. I trembled. "You see, I'm sorry, but I can't work for you anymore."

She looked surprised, insulted even.

"It's me!" I hastened to say. "I can't do it. I'm losing money working like this, Mrs. Donnovan. In a couple of days -- I counted -- I can't even take the bus anymore. I'm sorry."

"I thought we had a deal?" she said.

"We do. Did, I mean. I know you can't pay me extra, I accept that. I'm not asking for more."

"Then what are you asking for?"

"I'm wondering if you could write a letter, something about what you think about my job so far, maybe. God, I hate to be asking you for this..."

"I see", she said.

Her foot, her slipper dangling from it, was upset. Suddenly it fell off, and I rushed forward to keep it from falling into the swimming pool. I ...