Crystal looks up at the old man impatiently. In the mornings and afternoons she liked to go through her Nicky slideshows…create new ones, reorganize her old ones. She’d managed to take more pictures of him with her cell phone-without him noticing- and some of them were so perfect. She could literally stare at them for hours.
Now she had to speak with this decrepit creature, instead of doing important things!
She quickly shuts the screen down.
Crystal annoyed: What?
She tried not to interact with any of the other household staff. She wanted to make it VERY clear that she was above them. She was Nialla’s personal nurse, even though she still hadn’t had a chance to talk to Nialla. Which was fine. She didn’t need the girl just yet.
Mr. Norman: I don’t even know how to start. This is really very unusual.
Crystal: What? What is?
Mr. Norman decides to jump right in.
Mr. Norman: Well, I spoke with Janine Monroe? Mr. Holmes secretary? About Maxine and her fall and how you were caring for her? Ms. Matos, Janine told me that the nurse named Crystal Matos that she’s aware of is…is…
Crystal wary: Is what?
Mr. Norman: Is black. Is a black woman. And you- um…well, you are not a black woman. I’m very, very confused.