Sarah
Once I get home, I go to look for Marishka in the kitchen.
She is already there, her back turned as she instructs our live-in maid to gather the ingredients.
"What are you making tonight, Marishka?" I ask. I never intended Marishka to cook for us, too, and I wanted to hire a cook, but Marishka insisted on feeding us herself. Not that I mind. Her cooking is the best!
Marishka turns, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Stuffed bell peppers with rice and ground beef. And I made a pot of borscht for tomorrow."
I grin, stepping closer. "You spoil us, you know that?"
She waves a hand dismissively. "Nonsense. Cooking keeps me busy. Besides, I like knowing you're eating well."
The maid quietly continues gathering ingredients as I lean against the counter. "I need to tell you about something."
Marishka wipes her hands on a towel and turns her full attention to me. "What is it, Sweetheart?"
