Cleaned Her House for Eight Years, Then Before Moving Away She Asked Me to Come Back Without My Cleaning Supplies – Middle Aged Club

with pigtails on a swing. The same girl in a cap and gown. A tall man with a kind face and a bow tie, holding a fish and laughing. I figured that was Mr. Whitaker.

At noon, I was hungry. I had packed a peanut butter sandwich and an apple. I looked around

that big, beautiful  kitchen with its checkered floor and its round table by the window.

Then I went out and ate my sandwich in my car.

It didn’t feel right to eat in her kitchen. It was her kitchen. I was the cleaner. I didn’t want her to

come home and find crumbs, or think I was making myself too comfortable. So I sat in the front seat of my