One day in particular Doré gave me a pep talk on the way to clean the house. According to her, we were going to win them over or die trying. Hmm . . . I began mentally preparing my funeral.
Later that day we were in the basement working hard. We had finished the cleaning, dusting, and vacuuming. Doré, so proud of our efforts, decided to add a little extra touch and sprayed a sweet-smelling potpourri scent in the room. She did this with joy in her step and a twinkle in her eye.
Bam, bam, bam–someone came pounding down the stairs. “What is that horrible smell?” spat out the lady, reminding me of the wicked witch in any Disney movie. She made me so angry that I walked out of the room, leaving Doré to deal with her alone. Here my friend was trying so hard and the lady had to be so mean! It is understandable if someone doesn’t want their house smelling like potpourri, but she could have been nicer about it. I slammed things around a little too loudly in the laundry room as I cleaned. I breathed a sigh of relief when the lady’s rants finally ended. When I heard footsteps behind me, I spouted angrily, “Can you believe how mean . . . ?” Turning, I sucked in a breath as I came face to face with the lady of the house. I just turned back around and kept cleaning; she didn’t say anything either!