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Lost in a Strange Land

Chapter 4 Claire Learns How to Clean a Kitchen

Part 4 Claire Learns How to Clean a Kitchen           Claire hobbled down the stairs into the main part of the house looking for the kitchen.  She could hear some noise coming off to her left and walked toward the sound.  Thankfully, it appeared that she had found the right place.  A middle-aged woman, dressed in a similar manner to Claire was busy scrubbing the floor.  As Claire walked in the woman looked up and smiled softly.  Perhaps things were beginning to look up.   The woman said something to Claire in Thai, which she did not understand.  Claire replied, "I am sorry but I do not understand."  The older maid repeated herself again, but Claire could do nothing but stare at her.  Finally, angry at the lack of response from Claire, the maid stood up and pushed Claire to the ground.  She pointed at the rag and shouted at Claire.    It became very obvious that Claire was being instructed to scrub the floor.  While this was not an ideal situation, it could be worse.  Obediently she grabbed the rag and dipped it into the water before using it to wash the floor.  The water felt warm, but was really only air temperature.  Hot water was a luxury in the country even for a family as wealthy as Mei's.  It would certainly not be wasted on something as simple as scrubbing the kitchen floor.  The older maid watched her as she worked diligently on the floor.  Her look went from a soft smile to a frown as she mopped the floor.  Claire did not see this change as her focus remained on the hard floor.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, the woman began shouting at her.  It was impossible to understand what she was saying as Claire knew very little Thai.  The maid seemed to get more and more angry.  Finally with little warning she backhanded Claire across the face.    The blow sent Claire tumbling to the ground.  She could taste the warm salty hint of blood in her mouth as she realized that the maid's blow had cut her lip.  Not sure what to do, she went back to scrubbing the floor, working faster than before.  This seemed to placate the woman and she moved away from Claire.      Claire was working feverishly on the floor.  It was still only morning, but the temperature in the kitchen felt like it was almost 90 degrees.  She was hot, thirsty and exhausted, yet at the same time, she was terrified to stop.  Her formidable taskmaster was not that far away washing pots and pans.  The work was grueling.  The floor was hard stone, which caused her knees to ache after only a few minutes.  Surely this was just a test.  No one in this day would scrub a floor by hand when mops were so easy to come by.    Eventually the pain became more of a blur as Claire's mind tried to zone out what was happening.  She became lost in her work and her mind cleared as she focused on the floor.  About an hour later, she realized that she had finished the job.  For the first time since the ordeal began, she got the courage to look up at the other maid in the room.  The woman was smiling and seemed genuinely pleased.  Apparently, Claire was a fast learner.  She was relieved by the smile and breathed a long sign of relief.  The relief did not last long as the older maid motioned for Claire to approach.  Claire quickly realized how much pain her body was in as she tried to rise.  Her knees nearly buckled beneath her as she stumbled forward.  The other woman was waiting with a rag for her as she approached.  There were still dozens of pots and pans left to be cleaned.  Without a word, Claire took the rag and began scrubbing the pots and pans.  The older maid looked on for a few minutes, seemed satisfied and then walked out of the room.      For the first time since the early morning, Claire was alone.  Although she was exhausted and out of breath, she managed to think back on the last few days.  So much had changed.  In just two days she was expected back at school, but that seemed less and less likely as she worked on the dingy pans.  The soap was abrasive against her skin.  She felt like she was rubbing her own skin off as she carefully washed each pan.  A tear rolled down her cheek.  How long was this nightmare going to last...


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