My father introduced me as “the maid” at Thanksgiving dinner to 14 guests. “One daughter saves lives, the other scrubs toilets,” he laughed. The billionaire guest dropped his fork. “She’s not your maid, Richard. She’s my boss.
“One daughter is a doctor, the other one is a maid,” my father announced, his voice booming with a jovial cruelty that echoed off …
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