Nathan
Ms. Rhea popped her head into my office to tell me I had a visitor with a small smile on her face and I had a sense of Déjà vu. I remembered that Monday morning, the first time Eleanor came to my place per my request.
Flashback…
She had entered with a grin so wide it made me pause mid-signature. This was not normal. Ms. Rhea didn’t smile like that… ever.
Or at least, I hadn’t seen her smile like that at me since she started working for me.
She was my housekeeper, fifty-something, no-nonsense, and the proud owner of a sharp tongue she wasn’t afraid to use. She had been with me for years, courtesy of my parents’ housekeeper, Mrs. Cook.
Mrs. Cook had sung her praises, vouched for her skills, and I had reluctantly agreed. Mostly because I had been unable to say no to Mrs. Coo
