62Becca snapped awake the next morning, the idea of having to complete a job tweaking her internal alarm clock. Dressed in jeans, a navy T-shirt, and sneakers, she walked to the dining room.
Following breakfast, Gaby took Becca to a maintenance room—not much more than a large closet—where shelves of cleaning supplies and buckets and sponges and mops and dry cloths were stacked neatly on wooden shelves. Gaby instructed Becca to use the natural products whenever possible—vinegar, baking soda, borax, Murphy's Oil Soap—but the older woman conceded that sometimes the more chemically based cleaners were required. If Becca determined that such cleansers were warranted, she was free to use them. On the opposite shelf, Becca spied neatly piled towels, and washcloths, and boxes of small toiletries:
