October 31, 2019

Halloween.

Enraged because the housecleaning was taking so long, I let myself in and found Elvis, a sweet Hispanic kid on his first day on the job. He says he loves my house. He says, “You’re Jewish, aren’t you?” Didn’t even ask why he thought so. Funny how the rage went away when I saw him. He finds white mold under the dining room table. He says he did the houses of Oprah and the Koch brothers in West Palm Beach. He can’t find my house much of a challenge. He listens only to Christian radio. Very curious about me. . . .