I hated Ms. Hanner.
The woman was my neighbor and made my life hell. I thought when I went off to college that I’d finally be rid of her, but after the passing of her husband, I was volunteered to help clean her summer cottage.
I should be out hanging with my friends, but instead I was stuck in a cramped cottage with Ms. Hanner and forced to do whatever chores she asked of me.
It was hell.
Or at least, I thought it would be. When I catch her in the bath with an injured wrist, she asks me to come in and help her clean herself. After that faithful encounter, it isn’t regular chores she wants help with. It’s something much, much dirtier…
