It was nice. Not super impressive, but nice. There were two bedrooms upstairs, one for the parents and one for the three kids. There was a bathroom upstairs and one downstairs. And downstairs was just kind o a medium sized open area. There was a room to one side where the housekeeper and her husband stayed (and all the laundry was done), but other that that the kitchen opened to a table and then a step down just had a wall of toys and a couch in front of a nice sized TV. There were a bunch of toys an board games and books, and little shell dcorations everywhere. The floor was a gray marble and it was all rather small. But there on the couch were three kids-The Boy who was 12ish and had dark hair and big dark eyes and olive skin just like his sister. Next to him was another boy his age with lighter skin and sun bleached shaggy hair. And next to them was a little 3 year-old boy with light longish hair and lighter skin, pacifier in his mouth. And he, for reasons soon discovered, became know to me as demon child. In fact, I thought his real name was something completely different than it actually was for the first week I was there. But in my head he was DC.
Their sister joined them on the couch and I slumped into a chair nearby, noticing with some relief that they were watching Wizards of Waverly Place in Greek.
Mrs. Crazy had em sit down at the table to eat something which was served to me by the housekeeper. Now, I feel ridiculous giving everyone new names, but I intend to be fully honest in my accounts, and for reasons that again shall soon become clear, I need to be in no way able to be held culpable for any type of slander. So, the easiest way seems to be to use no real names.
The housekeeper-G, was a 40 year-old Fillipino woman. She had dark skin, but a different brown than the Greeks, and short black shiny hair which was always in a ponytail. I would later find out that her and her husband Bert both had started working for the Crazy family about 2 weeks before I showed up. G did all the cooking, housekeeping, laundry, and took care of DC. Bert was 28 did anything Mr. Crazy asked him, including all outdoors and manual labor. They were about to become my best friends.
I'm a 23 year old college graduate. And instead of just getting a job and being normal, I keep getting myself into these weird situations.
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