Helena put her beaded purse on her chair and took on her apron, which she knew were behind a microwave oven. She didn't cook here for the first time, though she shouldn't have known Amélie. Therefore, she embarked on the preparation of a salad, whose ingredients were on the table. She pulled out her knife and began to cut the tomatoes, then she peeled the onions expersely, and she began to cut her into small pieces.
Pa formed a dressing, and at the same half-ear she listened to Améliin's phone call, which perhaps was about cleaning sewers or something similar. But Helena decided that it was probably a work call. She didn't say a word, even after Amélie hung up. She knew the conversation had to begin with the Lady of the House – which Helena was not and never even wanted. The fact that she fell in love with her husband was one thing, but Amelia was the second thing.