The books that are scattered and littered about are my sanity, my refuge, my inspiration and almost my life. Looking about the living room I thought, I've got to clean this place before Bertha comes. Cleaning up for the cleaning lady, that's me, a classic clean freak. I opened the door and the distorted image looked almost the same in person with the exception that she had a cigarette dangling from her pursed lips. I asked tentatively.
Dust bunnies everywhere.
This room, messy. I was just about to shut the door. Door stay open. You stand there, me here. She pointed and I obeyed.