Chapter 8

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"Oh T.J." Called Andrea the feather duster. "Oh T.J."

She tickled his nose to wake him up. When he saw her he smiled flirtatiously and scurried over to her.

"Ah Andrea you look muy bonita." He took her feathered hand and kissed it.

"Oh no." She giggled.

"Oh yes." He said kissing up her arm.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes, yes, yes."

"I have been burnt by you before."

"Oh ho! Come mi amore let us slip behind the curtains and...Have a little salsa."

"Oh no you're not winning me over that easily. Not this time, not after I saw you flirting with Ingrid, Carmen, and Ramona."

"Oh they were just meaningless flings. I swear."

"Like I believe that."

She started to walk away only for the candle to scoop her up and carry her behind a nearby curtain. Shortly after Frida having gotten hungry decided to leave her room and look around. She was halfway down the stairway when T.J finally noticed she had left.

"Ayeee! She has emerged!" He gasped.

In the kitchen the servants were putting away the dishes and cleaning up.

"You know I like this girl." Mrs. Chiquita said. "I like her spunk."

"Well if you ask me she was just being stubborn." Jorge said. "After all he did say please."

"But if he doesn't learn to control that temper he'll never break the spel-"

"Um excuse me?" Frida said entering the kitchen.

"Hello miss." Jorge said quickly. "I am Jorge head of the house hold."

Jorge went to greet her only for T.J to step in front of him to take her hand.

"This is Tulio Jr. call him T.J." Jorge groaned.

"Encantada querida señorita." He said kissing her hand.

"Stop that!" Jorge said pulling him away. "Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable?"

"I am a little hungry." She admitted.

"You are? Well then we better get cooking." Mrs. Chiquita said.

"What about Manny?" Jorge asked.

"Relax old man he'll never know." T.J said. "And besides she's not a prisoner, she's our guest so we must make her feel welcome. Right this way Senorita." He said leading Frida into the dinning hall.

"Well keep it down."

"Of course, of course. But what is dinner without a little music?"

"Music?! Now wait a minute-"

But she was already seated at the table.

"Senors and senoritas." T.J announced. "We welcome you tonight and now we invite to relax, let us pull up a chair, as the dinning room proudly presents your dinner."

Music began to play and singing was heard, Frida watched in amazement as dishes, cups, and vases full of flowers began dancing on to the table while serving her food like beef ragout, cheese souffle, pie, and pudding en flambe. Each meal was cooked to perfection, Frida had never tasted anything so delicious and she enjoyed the dances and tricks the dishes preformed. The candle sticks juggled, the plates did flamenco dancing, the forks and spoons did a kick line, the napkins did the can-can, and T.J and Andrea did the tango.

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