“It was clean when I left,” Gertie said. “I asked for Comet and a scrub brush. I could reach the sink and the tub from where I was sitting.” I laughed. “Oh my God! I wonder what he was thinking when you asked for cleaning supplies.” “Probably thinking about what his house would sell for,” Ida Belle said. “He listed it the day after he got Gertie out of there.” “I’m sure he got more for it since I cleaned his bathroom,” Gertie groused. “Anyway, that was a fluke.” “Oh Lord,” I said. “Another fluke. What does that make, like ten million flukes in your lifetime?”
