Mary Williams — The Maid For The Unfortunate

Humor Series I — A collection of short stories with a combo of wit and humor

A short Bio —

She called herself, Mary Williams.

The fact was, she had no surname.

She was an abandoned child brought up in an orphanage.

The orphanage devised strict rules, severe punishments, and employed stern caregivers — the credits go to Mary Williams.

It was the day of celebration for all inmates when she completed her stipulated years at orphanage at the age of eighteen, and set out for independent life .

*Maids were, are and always will be in great demand * — Mary Williams’ analytical reason for the choice of her career.

*Everyone has a little secret* — Mary Williams’ magical mantra.

A secret could no longer be a secret when Mary Williams was around. Her reluctant matron was no exception. To save her little secret from the world, Anna Mathew had no choice than writing this —

To whomsoever it may concern

The young lady with this letter is a disciplined, obedient, humble, hardworking, and God-fearing disciple of our orphanage cursing herself at every inappropriate word. I highly recommend Mary WIlliams at your kind service. Sure, you won’t regret.

Anna Mathew

Elda Orphanage

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Dust-bin

“Mrs. Green! A young lady is waiting at the door to meet you regarding the maid job. She sent you this letter.” said the housekeeper handing over the letter to her Mistress.

“Glad someone has come. Her matron has good words to say, that makes her qualified. Let her wait in the lounge. I will be there in ten minutes.”

“Sure, Mrs. Green.”

Mary Williams took her seat comfortably, hiding her excitement on her first-time experience sitting on an enormously cushioned, luxurious and expensive sofa. She lifted a magazine from the coffee table, and pretended to read until the housekeeper disappeared.

Her eyes glanced around the room pretty fast her expertise. She busted out in laughter looking at the portrait of Mr. and Mrs. Green.

A woman like Mrs. Green was every man’s dream. She was a five-foot-seven, willowy, glamorous, fair -skinned woman with large, blue eyes, and long, shining blonde hair. On the contrary, Mr. Green was every woman’s crash-of-dream. He seemed more like a father than her husband — four-foot-six and was so bulky that he occupied three-fourth of the portrait. His small nose apparently hidden in his large plump face and the smile reminded one that of Goofy by Walt Disney.

All of a sudden, Mary Williams walked straight to the small, but elegant dustbin at the right corner of the lounge.

Her life’s significant rule —

*Never ignore a dust-bin for often someone’s little secret lie buried in it*.

She pressed its pedal, and yanked it open. Her curious eyes scanned the contents. Voila!

Mrs. Green walked in with superior dignity and elegance. Mary Williams was sitting with head high, posture straight, and her arms over the arms of a large cushion chair like a queen. A mixture of confusion and surprise was clearly evident in Mrs. Green’s face. Her eyebrows raised and eyes widened.

“If I am not wrong, you are Mary Williams from Elda Orphanage who wants a maid job here?” asked Mrs. Green looking bewildered.

“Oh, dear Emma! First, relax. Take your seat.” said Mary Williams in her false benevolent tone.

Mrs. Green taken aback by her attitude, yet keeping up her poise politely spoke, “Excuse me, Ms. Mary Williams. I don’t appreciate your attitude. Call me Mrs. Green. It will be better if you leave before I order my servants to chuck you out.”

“Alright! As you wish, Mrs. Green. I wonder what I will say to my boss John and if I gotta meet Mr. Green?”

Mrs. Green turned pale and gave a nervous laugh, “Jo…hn sent you? Oh dear, you should have told me that straight away… I would not have made you wait. Give me a moment. I will bring you the cheque.”

“Oh no, Mrs. Green. John preferred cash. You see, he asked me to pay a lot of his bills on my way back. I know you are making his final payment.” Mary Williams winked.

“John never said that he has a very young and beautiful secretary.” Mrs. Green never meant to express what she felt about Mary Williams, yet unable to conceal her jealousy she blurted out.

“Ah! Thanks for the compliment. I really appreciate. It’s just my first day, Mrs. Green.”

“Wh…What did John tell you about me?”

“Everything that Mr. Green is unaware of and that he should never be aware of.”

It seemed for a moment Mrs. Green would faint, but hurried like a rabbit when it saw the tortoise about to win and in no time brought the cash — Twenty-five thousand pounds in a small black briefcase.

Mary Williams took the briefcase with twinkling eyes. Before she left, she leaned onto Mrs. Green and whispered, “Your dust-bin betrayed you.”

Before Mrs. Green realized what she meant, Mary Williams was long gone.

On her way back, Mary Williams laughed heartily like a child. She recalled the words that she read from the bits and pieces of the letter in the dustbin.

“Emma Darl”

“enough”

“betra”

“Mr. Green”

“as token of love”

“25”

“final”

“With love”

“Jo”

Mary Williams read it as John, not Joseph or Jonas or any other name. She turned lucky perhaps Mrs. Green was unfortunate.

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