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- Little by little, I got better at cleaning Her house—good enough to be given more to do, much more. I was ordered to carry bookcases upstairs and, once, to move a piano from one side of a room to the other
- I fell carrying the bookcases. And after pushing the piano my arms and legs hurt so badly.
- I wanted to refuse, or at least to complain, but I was afraid She would fire me, and I would lose the freedom the dollar gave me, as well as the standing I had at home— although both were slowly being eroded.
- One slow midweek night, when I managed to catch up on dishes and clean out the sinks early, I asked Jeff when I could do something different. “Do you know why you’re still doing dishes?” he asked. “Because you keep complaining about it.” Nobody likes to work with a complainer, he said.
- At work that day, I offhandedly mentioned to Jeff that an application was due the next day but that I hadn’t mailed it. He opened a drawer and took out an overnight envelope. He told me to stop what I was doing, leave work and send the application immediately. I protested about the expense of overnight postage, but he said he would cover it.
- I have kept in touch with Jeff over the years. We usually meet for lunch when I’m in town. Sometimes we even have pizza. I have kept in touch with Jeff over the years. We usually meet for lunch when I’m in town. Sometimes we even have pizza.
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