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My new housekeeper is finicky and that’s how it should be. After she cleans a place that’s hard to reach – the top of kitchen cabinets, the bedroom ceiling fan, the dryer stacked above the washing machine, she shakes her head and (channeling my mother) tells me, “it was very, very dirty.” In preparation for her visits, I tidy up, shoving stray items of clothing or office debris behind closed doors or inside drawers, hoping she won’t open them and discover I’m a mess.
The Secret Life of Heroes by Grégoire-Guillemin [1]