“How do you text so fast?” I asked and then started pulling off the sheets and laying them in the bathtub.
	“Voice to type. Remember keep her there as long as possible. Text me before she leaves. We have to time my departure just right.” Dorthy replied.
	I filled a cup of water from the sink and then poured it onto the sheets where an accident would have occurred. Then bundled up the mess and left it in there. Luckily the other set of sheets were in the walk-in closet so I didn’t have to worry about that now. I washed my hands, dried them off and then put on a pair of gloves.
	I gathered the wet sheets and bedspread, shut the bedroom door and rushed to the doorway. “Wow am I glad to see you!” I opened the door.
	Serina took a step backwards.
	“Where do I put these?” I waited for her response.
	She pointed to laundry bag that was attached to the cart with a series of clips. I tossed the bed linen in the bag and stepped back from the door so she could enter the apartment.
	As she entered the room, I approached her to give her Mrs. Izato’s instructions. “She is sleeping in the other room and doesn’t want to be disturbed. So we have to keep it very quiet out here. Also she wants a deep clean, every trinket, every crevice dusted and clean. She told me I had to sit here and watch you and make sure you do it.”
	Serina looked offended. “Can’t you at least help?”
	“I have dust allergies.” I made up an excuse, Mrs. Izato needs all the time she can get. “Besides, if she wakes up and calls for me all of the sudden I need to be able to rush in there.” 
	Serina was not happy with these excuses. She scowled at me as she went to her cart and picked up her dust rags, tucking them into her apron. “This is going to take over an hour.” she complained.
	I shrugged my shoulders and sat down on the couch and to watch her dust the room from the ceiling fans down. I pulled a mask out of my purse and covered my face and protect it from dust.
	Serina pulled the folding stairs off her cart, and the retractable duster. It was really quite a neat invention. The handle was telescopic, and the end piece was on a swivel. The duster part was a hard plastic with velcro, and a reusable microfiber pad would stick to it. It made quick work of the ceiling fan.
	Then she moved to the walls and one by one pulled each piece off the wall and dusted it. All the while being careful to set it back without incident.