A Cleaning Woman [antikvár]

1 I hired a cleaning woman. She entered my life as simply as that, because I'd torn off a little tab of paper at the pharmacy. It was the last of six she had cut at the bottom of her xeroxed notice, which was taped to the window. A small vertical paper tab, with the superimposed digits of her phone number. All the other tabs that might have caught my attention, all except this last one, had been removed. And I told myself I'd stopped at that window just in time. The rather generic ad mentioned cleaning and babysitting times. I wouldn't have hired this one as a babysitter, not a chance. Not that baby-sitting is a profession, but still—I didn't think you could cuddle a child while