she said he spoke about "showing them their place." that kind of man, her boss. she took care of his children, a fille au pair in south africa. lisa struggles for words in english; she is blocked up in her outrage.
"they have no respect," she says. "they have no...human. they do not know how to treat personal? personnel. my best friend, boonme, they had no respect. i would send her so many things from germany if she had an address."
where does she live? i want to know.
"the slums." as though i were born yesterday. her eyes are wide and blue. the slums, as though we were still innocent. "everyone, all the servants live there." she pauses. "i hate afrikaans people. well, i don't hate anybody. but some of them..."
lisa shift her weight to her feet and rises off the stoop. her glass makes a mineral scraping noise as she sets it on the ground before walking to the gutter and stubbing her cigarette.