Juan

The person who entered next was Juan who built up a little sweat, but was in a good mood. He saw both of them and said:

“So much work! So fun… Master Oz? Is something matter?” he said after taking a better look at his wife.

“Oh nothing, she was cleaning and done with vacuuming so she wanted to mop the floor next, but the detergent spilled on her clothes and they got dirty. I told her it’s okay, because I will get you all working clothes later today, but she is still a bit frustrated.” Oz explained masterfully.

Juan heard mopping and cleaning, so he got the meaning of what Oz said, but then asked instead:

“Clothes for work? So kind. Much thanks!”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I can also get your kids some clothes.”

“Excelente! Maria, hear, no sad, you and I and all get new clothes!”

“Y-yes, thank you, master Oz.” she said so as not to raise suspicion.

She also realised again that she would be putting her family into a bad situation if this man really would be willing to even buy clothes for them. If she were to say anything and cause a scene, it would likely be over for them as they had no clear goal after their escape. Her brain paused and she had a hard time deciding on which option would be best for them. Her silence was then broken by Juan who patter her on the back and felt the bit of sweat on it. He thought she had also worked up a sweat just like him and was proudly looking at her, thinking they are both doing their best.

“Master Oz, forgot. Where is drink? Children and I thirsty.” Juan asked Oz as politely as he could.

Oz guided him towards the kitchen again and told Maria to ‘Please, clean up after herself’.

Maria went back to her room and got a change of clothes. She put her stained clothes onto the heap of clothes which needed washing, but then quickly pulled it back and went to the bathroom. She rubbed out the spots with her hand and some soap, then twisted it somewhat dry and then went back to her room to drop it on the pile. Her new dress was yellow and she quickly went to prepare some water for mopping the floor. After that she went to prepare lunch. She was panting heavily throughout the whole situation and also inspected her clothes thoroughly. She was a bit surprised at the large amount on it, which could easily be called a detergent spill…

Then she thought about Oz’s large arms and how powerfully they had held her in place. She quickly dispersed these thoughts, however and began to think about what she could make for lunch. It was slightly beyond her to make food for multiple days at a time. She thought a simple vegetable soup would do and possibly look for some meat in Oz’s fridge which could be prepared as a roast for example. As she thought of meat her mind wandered again and she imagined Oz in front of her with his tool out. She quickly dispersed the thought again however and finally made her way to the kitchen.