“Help has arrived,” Maileah sang out as she stepped through the door of Junie’s new house. She carried a box of cleaning supplies, rubber gloves, and rags.
“Where are you, sis?” She wrinkled her nose against the odor.
Junie had warned her about that, so she’d brought painter’s masks, baking soda, and white vinegar. She wasn’t sure what all that would do, but Nana told her what to buy and gave her money for it.
“In the kitchen,” came Junie’s muffled reply.
Maileah really needed a job. She was still at a loss as to what she could do. But for now, she could clean, much as she hated that. She wanted to support Junie, but she also had a plan.
“Why don’t you hire someone to do all this?” Maileah said as she walked in to find Junie’s rear end poking out of a lower cabinet. “You can afford it
