Years ago I took a job cleaning for a woman I called the lonely Finn. She was lovely, the lonely Finn. Her house was lovely. And it was never less than immaculate when I arrived. The second time I went there she made me coffee and served it in pretty china with home-made cake. She asked me if I missed my family too – we were both far from home. After that she’d make the coffee before I got my duster out and, if I offered to give anything a perfunctory once-over, she’d say, No, don’t bother. She always paid me and smiled when I left. If I had known then what I know now, I’d have put my hand on her arm and waited for the tears.
‘Sweetie, cheerful people need their hands held too.’ ~Your Aunt Lola