CHAPTER 11
About twenty minutes later, the boys’ bathroom was shining and spotless. Gloria hadn’t meant to spend to so much time in there, but once she started cleaning, it was difficult to stop. More of a compulsion, really, a habit that had only grown stronger as Kitty’s health issues increased.
Gloria couldn’t find a way to help her daughter walk or talk or feed herself, but she could bleach a bathtub until it literally sparkled in the light. She couldn’t keep Kitty from coming down with pneumonia every couple years, but she could wipe mirrors or scrub counters or disinfect toilet bowls with single-minded focus and skill.
If only housekeeping was able to cure her cerebral palsy.
“Knock, knock? Someone in here?”
Gloria startled at the male voice and hurried to the door as it swung o
