I took a job for a handicapped veteran who was a younger guy on the far side of town. I'd been going for a few months every week I'd clean for them.

Things were great. His wife was a teacher and they traveled a lot so aside from the four dogs it was a great job to have. Checks cashed, no drama and easy demands.

It seemed before Covid entire towns got sick with colds and she was home on my scheduled arrival so she asked me to clean anyway if I was willing.

I went to my van and got my things.

"Who's van is that, may I ask?", she said with an odd attitude about her.

"My fiancée, I use it for work. It has so much space for mops, vacuums, etc", I replied.

To this day I wish she never would've said a word. But am grateful she did.

In ways.

"Is he a ....., and his name is ....", she asked.

"Look you seem like a great girl, hardworking and sweet as well as respectful."

She sighed before continuing.

"I have two choices right now. Say something, or not. I want to say, you're a great cleaner, and don't want to lose you. But, .... I knew your man. We, well... yeah".

"When?", I asked.

Even though it was right before my time. She showed me emails and correspondence that was very close to resembling my own with him.

That caused some serious damage to my relationship. I out of pride for my business continued helping her family. We attempted a friendship but that foundation was made from viscous mud that just fell through.

I lost the job, and myself from that for awhile.

Careful. You never know who's house you've been cleaning.

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