She was back in my room late in the evening after she had served dinner to six people in the dining room, the Garcias, myself and three other guests. I was again impressed how efficient she was as a serving maid. Unobtrusive and polite with very passable Mexican-Spanish. Not that she really had to talk but her answers to various commands and requests were very precise and in correct Spanish. When she had cleared the table and was finally dismissed by Juana she had looked expectantly at me as I smiled at her saying, “Thank you Crissie, excellent serving, Señora Juana and Rosa were good teachers for you.”
Now she was in my room looking fresh and expectant wearing the dress I gave her to wear when we arrived in Mexico, the sleeveless blue cotton frock, with bright yellow sunflowers. She was carrying a cotton shoulder bag with her nightie and toothbrush.
“You look quite refreshed after a hard day’s work Crissie. And you’ve put on the frock I gave you to wear as soon as we arrived in Mexico City, after your makeover at the airport beauty salon. It suits you so much better now, the black curly hair and the sun tan give you that look of a poor peasant Mexican woman.
I saw her blushing but her eyes were pleased with my comment, Crissie enjoyed that look as much as I did.