Looking down from my bedroom window, I see Señor Casto bawling out one of my aunt's gardeners for doing what he considers sloppy work. Señor Casto is as upset and as animated as he would be if he actually owned the estate and not just served as my aunt's estate manager. She is lucky to have such a dedicated employee, but I think his dedication and loyalty are still more to my aunt's dead husband, Señor Dallas, than to her. He talks warmly about him quiet often, although usually not in my aunt's presence.
Casto is waving his arms and thrusting his hands in every direction. It brings a smile to my face because it looks like his hands are trying to fly off his wrists but keep being caught in midair and brought back.
The gardener, a short, thin man whose pale corn-yellow sombrero is at least two sizes too big, stared without expression and holds the rake like a biblical prophet might hold his staff.
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Delia's Heart
Ficção GeralThis book isn't mine. It was written by Virginia Andrews <-- Credit! I am re-covering this book into Wattpad for the people who prefer reading on this rather than the proper book. Enjoy and leave comments!
