“So,” says Eddie as I spoon coffee into the pot. “All packed up?”
“Pretty much. And Mrs. Geiger … here.” I hand Tanya the blue uniform, which I’ve been carrying, folded, under my arm. “It’s clean and pressed. Ready for your next housekeeper.”
As Tanya takes the uniform she looks suddenly stricken. “Of course,” she says, her voice jumpy. “Thank you, Olivia.” She clasps a napkin to her eyes.
“There, there,” says Eddie, patting her on the back. He looks rather moist around the eyes himself. Oh, God, now I feel like crying myself.
“I’m really grateful for everything,” I gulp. “And I’m sorry for leaving you in the lurch.”
“We know you’ve made the right decision. It’s not that.” Tanya dabs her eyes.
“We’re very proud of you,” chips in Eddie gruffly as the doorbell rings.
I head into the h
