“Hello,” Crystal answered, her voice filled with fatigue from standing on her feet for most of the day. She wiped the sweat from her face with her apron. The heat from the hot iron and summer day outside was oppressive.
“Mrs. Davenport? This is Marty Madison. We’ve just moved into town and I have need of your laundry service. Fannie McBride gave me your number, down at the post office. Would you be able to take us on?”
Crystal sighed. So much to do, so little earned. What choice do I have?
Wearily she answered, “Of course Mrs. Madison, how many in your family?”
“There’s my husband, our two boys and myself.”
Good, only four. At least they aren’t the size of the McGowan’s family of ten.
“When do you want to start?”
“Yesterday would have been best,” Marty joked, “but you tell me when to drop it off and I’ll be there.”
“I can work on your things in a couple of days. I can put you in with the Siples and Browns. They’re both small families. Would every Thursday work for you?”
“Sounds great.”
“If you can drop off your things the day before, I’d really appreciate it. It helps not to have too many piles of laundry stacked up around here.”
“I understand. I’ll be sure to drop off our things the day before. What time would you like me to come?”
“Anytime on the previous day will do.”
“Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow then, and thank you for helping us with our laundry Mrs. Davenport.”
“You’re welcome Mrs. Madison. See you tomorrow.”
Hanging up, she returned to her work and the drudgery her life had become.
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