He didn’t want to work with this woman. But with another payment to Serenity Palms Recovery due next week, he could hardly afford to be choosy
Naftali always consulted with his daily planner, even though he never forgot his schedule. He liked seeing all the hours of the day neatly filled and accounted for.
At 11:28 a.m., he was in front of Mirna Silver’s semi-detached home. He dug out his keyring, quickly found the one labeled MS, unlocked the door and slipped inside. The musty scent of mothballs and aging filled the air, but he barely noticed it; it was the smell that had permeated his workdays for years.
He noted with satisfaction the neatly stacked, labeled boxes piled up against the far wall in the living room.
An easy job. The kids had been clear: We want the photo albums, her paintings, the seforim, and anything small with a value of more than $100. Everything else should go. Donate the furniture and dump the rest.
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