The Cleaning Team
Anne swung the door open. “Mom, Ginny.”
“Annie.” Her mom’s beautiful face was an aged version of Ginny’s. Both of them were smiling, holding cleaning supplies. “We came to help.”
“Do we need help.” Anne stepped aside to let them in. “Dad?” She looked down the hallway.
“Parking the car. Grumbling about the cost of parking. You know your father.” Her mom grinned girlishly at the place. “This looks familiar.”
“What do you mean?” This was their first visit.
“Your father and I had a very similar place with we first got married. We were forced to move out a year later though.” Her mom took the broom Anne was holding and started sweeping.
Anne filled up a bucket in the sink. They’d mop after the sweeping was done. “Why was that?” She hadn’t heard this story.
“It got condemned.” A sheepish look. “They tore the building down.”
“Uh oh, Annie, that doesn’t sound good for your place.” Ginny snapped on hot pink rubber gloves, coordinating perfectly with her outfit.
“Ha ha, baby sis.” Anne threw her a wet, soapy sponge. “It only has to do us for the summer.”
“And where are your new roomies?” Ginny glanced around her.
“Stanley is having a sew-athon with his buddies, making slip covers for our yard sale finds and Nancy is fighting with the phone people.” Something about the past tenant not paying their bills or disconnecting their phone. She thought it best to do that in person.
“What the…” Anne and Ginny’s father boomed.
“Dear.” Their mother placed a placating hand on his chest. “Remember our first place.”
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on August 15th, 2008 at 5:14 am
Thanks for stopping by my blog;
Everybody stumbles, and falls;
but not everybody bounces back, or gets up and tries again;
I’m simply too darn stubborn to stay down;
When I sign books at signing, I put “Never let anything hold you down. Rise above it!” I just can’t think of a better slogan;