Au Pair ✔

capítulo número tres; la entrevista

Au Pair

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One of my favourite things about spending time with Mrs. Maggie – apart from eating her cookies – was making them with her. She actually didn't let me touch the batter (because I'd want to eat it while it was raw,) so what I meant by 'making cookies with her' was that I sat on the bar stool, across the kitchen counter and watched her baking.

She would put on her vinyl records of Frank Sinatra and tell me of stories from specific songs. The joy that lit up in her face was so contagious and no matter how many times she told me her stories, I loved listening to them.

Mrs. Maggie was a great story-teller and listening to how she fell in love was one of my favourite things.

"Ah," Mrs. Maggie chuckled as she whisked the batter, "this song reminds me of my Noah and me."

I leaned forward on the counter, propping my head on my hands and tilted my head to the side. "Ooh, tell me about it!"

She grinned, twirling around as she held the bowl of batter and let out a happy sigh. "Well, I was 17 and we were in London for a ballet competition. The year was 1961 and during that time things between the U.S. and Russia weren't very peaceful, so they had American soldiers almost everywhere. The night before our competition, the girls and I went to a local bar to meet some nice soldiers and just have some fun." Her blue eyes glazed over in happiness and she closed them, smiling happily as she went back in time, "I can just remember the sweet scent of all the perfume we put on to impress the boys."

Mrs. Maggie chuckled, shaking her head and continued with her story. "The first time I saw Noah, I thought that I was hallucinating. The one glass of alcohol I had was finally kicking in and I was dreaming up of a perfect man. He had these piercing green eyes and this smile that melted icebergs." She sighed again and I grinned. "I didn't think that I was pretty enough to get his attention and when I finally mustered up the courage to go up and talk to him, the Russian girls walked in. These girls were breathtakingly beautiful and confident as heck! I sat back down and didn't glance at him again. My teammates all got asked to dance and I stayed sitting in the booth, listening to Frank Sinatra because the only man that caught my attention was being wooed by Francesca Kamenev, one of the best ballerinas in all of Europe."

I frowned, pouting my lips, but didn't say anything. Every time she told me new stories of her past, I never imagined her to be the shy girl she was. Mrs. Maggie was confident and beautiful all in her own way. She had this almost older elegant beauty to her and I wished I looked like her when I grew up. She aged amazing!

"This song came on and I started singing under my breath because I loved Sinatra. Come Fly Away with Me was one of my favourites because of Noah. He sat across from me and asked me why I was sitting all lone while everyone else was dancing and having a good time. My heart almost dropped to my stomach!" She giggled, "I don't know how I spoke to him in clear sentences, but one second he was introducing himself to me and the next we were twirling around the dancefloor all night. Ah, the look on Kamenev's face was priceless!"

"That's so sweet, Mrs. Maggie," I grinned.

She opened her eyes, smiling and nodded. "Oh, he was such a gentleman. That was probably the best night of my life and I cherished it for the rest of my days in London. I thought I'd never see him again. I was 18 and a ballerina; he was 20 and in the Army. There was just no way that our paths would cross again. When I returned to America, I met Bobby Johnson and we married a couple of months later. My parents were static because he was a good boy and had some money saved up."