Jenny

Dad had a housekeeper who I will call "Jenny."  Jenny was old when I met her.  She must surely be dead by now.

Whatever magic Jenny was able to infuse into a household with cleaning products was long gone by time Dad hired her.  She was an old woman on a limited income.  I don't know how Dad met her but it was evident to me that he felt sorry for her.

Jenny came twice a week.  She used to leave the picture frames slightly tipped to one side.  That was supposed to be a sign that she had dusted them.  That was the only way I could tell that Jenny had visited us on the days that she came to clean the house.

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