He swept the mop back and forth. He was vaguely reminded of a child’s movie where a girl was forced to clean the house for her step family. He had everything in common with the girl…except he was a man, about thirty or so years older than her, and he wasn’t single. Hell, the only reason he took the job was to support the wife and the two kids he had back home.

He sighed, hearing a window break.

“Don’t jump up, everyone. Phill’l get the God damn window,” he muttered to himself, taking his equipment and going.