Chapter 1452

Like those girls2-
Ms Lawson didn’t watch me work. And the rooms I cleaned were inhabited by strangers. Is this why a dangerous sensation crept over me as I cleaned? That illicit feeling I sometimes got when I went to art history class really high. Watching from the rear of the room, almost as if I were viewing from behind a two-way mirror. Not part of the class, but a secret observer.
On my second week as a maid, I did nearly as good a job as I had the first time, but I snooped a little more while daydreaming about the room I was saving for the end. My mother would have been shocked to spy the gleaming mirrors. The careful fan pattern I had figured out how to make while vacuuming the carpet, backing out of the room slowly at the end so my own footprints were invisible in the thick, blue shag. And then finally, it was time.