This morning the workers came before I left for work. “Good morning,” I greeted them as they came into my apartment, carrying buckets of tools and other unfamiliar stuff. “So, how much longer do you think it will take to finish this job?” “Oh, just today, miss. Today, finish.” I smiled. “Great! And then, you will clean, right? There is so much dust…” The woman smiled at me. “You have a feather duster? You just dust, dust, dust and it’s all clean.” I smiled. “No, no feather duster. Maybe you can clean? Here, let me show you the cleaning supplies.” I showed her where the rags were, the Clorox, the Pine Sol, the Pledge, a cleaning product for any job. She smiled. “Okay.”
I left for work. For some strange reason, I don’t think she’s going to clean.