Godâs sake! She was alive, after all. Doing as much as anyone else. She was just as cheerful, sad, brave, vulnerable and exasperating as any other young woman. There was a person inside her! There was somebody there!
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For pityâs sake, couldnât they talk to her about something else for a change?
âYou do agree, one hundred and five pounds isnât a lot.â
âYes,â she conceded, defeated, âyes, I agree. Itâs been a long time since I weighed that little. I . . .â
âYou?â
âNo. Nothing.â
âTell me.â
âI . . . Iâve had better times in my life, I think.â
He didnât react.
âWill you make out the certificate for me?â
âYes, yes, youâll get your certificate,â he replied, shrugging. âUh, what did you say the name of the company was?â
âWhich company?â
âThis one, where we are, I mean yoursââ
âAll-Kleen.â
âSorry?â
âAll-Kleen.â
âCapital A l-l-c-l-e-a-n.â
She corrected him: âNo, itâs k-l-e-e-n. I know, it doesnât make sense. They should have called it All-clean c-l-e-a-n, but I think they wanted something different . . . Itâs more professional, more, uh, tuhrendy . . .â
He didnât get it.
âAnd what do they do exactly?â
âWho?â
âThis company.â
She leaned back, stretching her arms out in front of her, and, with dead seriousness, in a flight attendantâs voice, began to recite the mission statement of her new job:
â âLadies and gentlemen, All-Kleen will satisfy your every need where cleaning is concerned. For individuals or businesses, in your home or office, with clients as diverse as property managers, professional offices, agencies, hospitals, housing developments, apartment buildings and workshops, All-Kleen will be there on the spot to offer you immediate satisfaction. All-Kleen tidies, cleans, sweeps, vacuums, waxes, scrubs, disinfects, shines, polishes, deodorizes and leaves you with a healthy environment. We adapt our schedule to fit your needs, and we are flexible and discreet. Our work is meticulous; our rates are competitive. All-Kleenâprofessionals at your service!â â
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Sheâd delivered this remarkable spiel in one breath. Her classy little doctor sat there speechless, then:
âIs that some kind of joke?â
âCourse not. Anyway, youâre about to meet the dream team, theyâre waiting just outside the door.â
âAnd whatâs your role in all that?â
âI just told you.â
âThatâs what you do, really?â
âYup, I tidy, clean, sweep, vacuum, waxâthe whole nine yards.â
âYouâre a cleaning laââ
âUh-uh. Iâm a cleaning operative, if you donât mind.â
He couldnât tell if she was serious.
âWhy are you doing it?â
She opened her eyes wide.
âWell, what I mean is, why are you doing this job ? And not something else?â
âWhy shouldnât I?â
âWell, wouldnât you rather be doing something a bit moreââ
âRewarding?â
âYes.â
âNo, I wouldnât.â
He sat like that a little while longer, his pencil in the air, his mouth open; then he looked at his watch to read the date, and questioned her without raising his head:
âLast name?â
âFauque.â
âFirst name?â
âCamille.â
âDate of birth?â
âFebruary 11, 1977.â
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âThere you go, Ms. Fauque, youâre fit for work.â
âGreat. How much do I owe you?â
âNothingâthat is, All-Kleen pays.â
âAaah, All-Kleen!â she exclaimed, getting up with a theatrical gesture. âHere I come, one hundred percent fit to clean your toilet!â
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He walked her to the door.
He wasnât smiling anymore,