the same thick cream paper, in the same perfect cursive. And there was
always a check, made out to Carly Brennan for one hundred dollars. Never late. Never a penny short.
The notes were short and practical.
Carly — The window in the back bedroom sticks. Please don’t force it. — M.W.
Carly — Susan is visiting next week. Could you please make up the blue room? Extra blankets in the hall closet. — M.W.
Carly — There’s soup in the refrigerator if you’d like some. — M.W.
I didn’t take the soup. I thought maybe she was just being polite.
I started leaving notes back. Short ones, on the back of her notes, in my own messy handwriting.
Mrs. W — Out of dish soap. Bought more. Receipt is under the salt shaker. — C.