Every Monday he asked about Danny, his grandson, and enjoyed the drawings of rockets and aliens that the boy sent.
A cruel dismissal after almost two decades of service
The morning everything changed, Julian, Mr. Whitaker’s son, entered the mansion with the coldness of someone who handful of times. The old man used to wait every Sunday by the phone for calls that almost never came.
Without even remembering her name well, Julian summoned her to the studio and gave her an envelope with four hundred dollars in compensation.
He told him that his services were no longer required and that he had to leave the property before sunset. Marta reminded him that Mr. Whitaker had promised him that he would always have a place there, but Julian responded harshly: «My father is dead. You are an employee, not family.»
Before leaving, Marta asked to take a small radio and a framed photograph of the mansion at dusk, a gift that Mr. Whitaker had given her years before. Julian looked at the painting with disdain and told
