Mrs. Speier, she's the one that always gives me trouble. Don't misunderstand me, I'd have quit a long time ago if she was too much, but that woman's nerves really need some help. I try to bring her tonic a few times a day along with handling the housework, but she can be a bit much.
It's raining outside right now. I'm on my way home from work, riding the red line home. I've taken this same route for the past thirteen years, ever since they built it. It's about a twenty minute ride home, not too bad for a commute, but still not short enough to where I can run home if I need something. I work Monday through Saturday, from nine until six. I make lunch and dinner, and if Mrs. Speier has not risen by the time I arrive, I usually cook her breakfast. I enjoy my work, but there's nothing like coming home to your babies. Mine are grown by now with children of their own, but when they were young, it was the best part of my day. Now I see them regularly at church. Homer tends not to go with me. Says ever since his accident he don't believe in God. Well, I say a prayer for him anyway. The Lord is always listening, even when my husband don't care to say anything. Just because someone isn't talking to you, that don't mean you can't feel their presence in the room. But Homer doesn't listen when I say even that.
I passed Kitty Smith just now when I got off the train. Told me there was a robbery over at the Stop n Shop this afternoon. Kids in the neighborhood tend to call it the Stab n Grab. I am not surprised. I never like going in there, even for a carton of milk.
I cannot wait to leave this place, although I do not forsee that happening anytime soon.