Years ago, I began the story of my life as homekeeper in a little one-bedroom studio apartment. It was the ugliest place I’d ever lived in. The carpet was a dark shade of coffee brown, stained and worn thin. I really disliked it — that, and the kitchen linoleum, which was a dirty yellow patchwork of squares with curly patterns inside them. In contrast, the curtains were a gaudy shade of mauve pink. Actually, they were “draperies” — the pull-the-string-and-they-open […]
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