Chapter Three

I spent another sleepless night. This time my thoughts were different, the murder, the Nizzari family, Jeanne ... were going through my head and they did not abandon me, maybe the next time I look for a job I will take into account who I work for. It was absurd to abandon my babysitting job at this time, I had not been able to earn money for months and I could not afford to owe more money, the accounts were starting to pile up and sooner or later I will be without a roof over my head. Jeanne Nizzari did not leave me alone, mentally clear. That woman with a pale face but hard features caused something in me, a mixture of fear and curiosity felt in my body when I thought of her.

In the darkness of my bedroom I could think without any limit of my "boss", she had dark eyes and a hard look, but for some reason I knew that was not all, behind that I can see that there is much more. Jeanne Nizzari is still unknown to me, especially everything related to her person, she could be an accessory to murder or a normal woman where circumstances played against her, I was surprised to think that either of the two possibilities mattered little to me.

When I got home I threw each pill down the laundry room, without thinking I had made a new decision, I would not give up. Not now when something in my life was starting to go well, although that could work taking care of the child of a woman on death row. I was able to sleep for an hour, my body had not rested for days and I assumed it was due to taking care of a little girl all day. I woke up feeling that everything started to go well again. I looked at myself in the mirror and for some reason I really wanted to go to my job, it was clear, my will to live returned and I would not hesitate to use my new energy to investigate Jeanne.

I took the bus and as always people were watching me intensely, my tattoos caught the eye with the naked eye and it was something I had lived with for a while. I watched the landscape as my "boss" came back to my mind again. I was not used to thinking so much about a person, in general my life was quite lonely and I did not pay attention to the world or people, but this woman had me almost most of the time thinking about her and I was beginning to not like not being able to get her out of my head.

When I enter the mansion, I wait patiently for Jeanne to come down with Marie, but several minutes pass without hearing anything and I begin to think that they may not be home. I get up and make the decision to go up the stairs without further ado, I move slowly down the corridor and walk to the first door I find, it is between open and I debate whether to look or not, I do it anyway and I see that the room is occupied by a woman whose back is turned to me, she is brown and seems to be dressing.

-I think it is not a good idea that you have hired that nanny-I hear the voice of the brown woman and something turns in me when I realize that they are talking about me.

"I had to do it, the little girl can't be alone ..." is Jeanne's voice from somewhere in the room, I just can't see her.

"I know, but you must also be consistent, that girl was in jail, she can be dangerous," he debated and I started to get angry.

-Oh Lizzy, I was about to go to jail too, it's no use telling me ...- Jeanne replied and at that moment I could see both of them. Jeanne wore a formal suit to go to work while the other woman finished dressing. The next scene leaves me stunned, the brown-haired woman turns around and takes Jeanne by the waist to place a kiss on her lips. I begin to feel a bitter sensation at that moment, I know I have seen too much and I try to silently retrace my steps. I fail in my task because when I take two steps back a board creaks on the floor and I give up.

-Who is there? -Jeanne asks and I get nervous. I return to my steps more quickly and go down the stairs without worrying about making noise or not. For some reason the fact that they discover me and that they know that I saw them makes me nervous and I want the earth to swallow me when I see the two women coming down the stairs.

-Good morning Emma-Jeanne has a strange expression on her face and I nod my head-she is Lizzy my colleague, Lizzy she is Marie's new nanny.

"A pleasure," he says without any expression but I know that I am the target of his gaze. Jeanne takes her things while Lizzy and I look at each other, she is a bit taller than me, however she looks almost the same age, I'm almost sure we got along for a few years ...

-Okay, come on- I'm surprised that Jeanne hasn't looked at me once, she seems to ignore me and want to get out of my sight at that moment, Lizzy nods and both women offer to leave.

-Marie is still asleep, so you can wait for her while she wakes up -she says before leaving, Lizzy waits for her outside and I nod- and Emma ... next time I hope you don't listen behind the doors- she winks at me and closes the door behind her. I stay in my position analyzing her last words while I blush, she knew it was me who was there, maybe she had even heard me advance and hadn't said anything. The rest of the morning Marie and I dedicate ourselves to making paper figures, I get lost in my thoughts as the day goes by. Is Jeanne a lesbian? Something in me is paralyzed when I know that the woman who owns an important company is not what I think. How many more secrets do you have, Jeanne Nizzari?

In the afternoon Marie and I played hide and seek. Never in my life have I had so much fun with a simple game, I run around the mansion looking for Marie and when I meet I must run again. By the end of the afternoon we are both exhausted and Marie falls asleep instantly, I let her sleep in her bed while I wait for the owner of my thoughts to arrive. When she does, she seems to be angry about something and barely greets me, she goes up to her room saying goodbye with her hand and leaves me alone. I can't wait to tell her how rude she is and I go home still surprised by the events of the day, I didn't expect Jeanne to have a woman in her life at all ...

So a week goes by in which Marie and I grow closer and closer, Jeanne continues with her few words and her angry face while I get used to it and ignore her. I know that when she's in that mood I shouldn't bother her, every morning she leaves me with Marie and barely watches me, when she comes back she just nods and goes to lock herself in her room. On Friday at three in the afternoon the rain falls on the city, it was an expected event but even so the intensity of the storm causes some services to be suspended, such as my bus. I wait with Marie for Jeanne's arrival while I figure out what to do to get home and not die trying.

-What's wrong Emma? -Asks Marie.

-Oh ... nothing small -I say caressing the back of her neck -It's just that I don't have a way to get home, this damn rain ruins everything ...- Marie nods and to my surprise she stays awake until Jeanne arrives. As always, he just gives me a look and smiles at Marie when she appears.

-! Aunt! -Running into her arms and I'm surprised at how affectionate Jeanne can sometimes be, sometimes she can be an ice floe, other times warm as the sun.

-How was your day my princess? -He asks taking her in his arms while I witness the scene with a small smile on my lips.

-! Very well, with Emma we have fun ... but Emma is sad-she says more quietly but anyway I hear her and my alarms go off-her bus home does not work because of the rain and she has no way to leave ...

-Oh ...- Jeanne frowns and for the first time after several days notices me -Is it true?

"Yes ma'am, but don't worry I can walk," I say sincerely and Jeanne lowers Marie from her arms.

-No way, I'm going to leave you home ..- she takes her keys before I can say something and makes a sign for me to follow her-Marie, you are a big girl Can you wait for me in your bed while I take Emma to her House?

Marie nods happily and says goodbye to me hugging me. Jeanne waits for me while I grab my things and follow her to her car. We traveled in awkward silence, at least for me. Night falls as Jeanne Nizzari drives quietly looking ahead, sometimes I lose myself looking at her and other times I discover that she is watching me. When we arrive the rain is still pouring down and Jeanne parks her car in front of my building.

-Here you live? -Neutral question but I know that my home catches your attention, I live in the suburbs and the buildings and houses are not of good quality.

"Yes," I say sadly and sigh to get out of the car.

-Have a nice evening Emma-Jeanne observes me with her dark eyes attentive, reviews my body quickly and then returns to my face to release a slight smile that makes me shudder.

"For you too ma'am" I say nervously and close the door behind me, I run until I am under the roof and when I turn around the car is gone.

I spend a strange night between dreams, dark eyes watch me and I wake up in the middle of the night scared. In the dream a woman had buried a dagger in my heart and I watched it go away while I bled to death. Since then I could not sleep my eyes and only looked at the ceiling in the dark. I spent a quiet weekend going over and over the car scene with Jeanne, shocking her sudden mood swings and prying eyes. But what really worried me was not being able to get her out of my head. In short, Jeanne Nizzari was a beautiful woman, any man or woman would go crazy with her and I was not the meaning, I only prayed to the gods that I believed what was happening with me was not true, I could not begin to like Jeanne Nizzari ...