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

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s raining too. I can hear it.”

Another pause.

“Ten tomorrow. 418 Linden Street. Blue door.”

Then she hung up.

When I climbed back into the car, Willa looked up from her library book. TryTranslators

“Who was that?”

“A woman who might give us our first real cleaning job.”

“Is she nice?”

I thought about the voice, the way she had noticed I was crying without embarrassing me by asking why.