ELEANOR SINCLAIR
It was as I lay in bed that I realized that I did not know what he would pay.
The thought made me sit up in bed, staring into what felt like endless darkness. A sort of modesty held me from wanting to ask, and I decided that I would hold back until the end of the month when I would decide if the work was worth doing for as long as I could, something I would do until I had a better job or something I would not do past the month.
Before I knew it, I was waking up to the sun.
A new day had come.
**
First, I moved to work in the living room, cleaning, dusting, and wiping while waiting for him to wake up, which he did in an hour, and came to the living room in quite a dazed manner. At first, he froze when he saw me and only moved when I greeted him.
"Oh, Eleanor. You al
