Missy’s fuzzy pink jacket hung in the far corner. A sudden bubble of hope bloomed inside Nicole and then popped. No, her friend wasn’t running the vacuum or dusting some dark corner of the funeral home before she headed to her other cleaning jobs for those wealthy enough to pay for it. No, her friend had forgotten her jacket here yesterday and had asked to borrow Nicole’s along with her car last night. How Missy had left her winter jacket at work on a freezing afternoon was beyond Nicole. Missy often claimed she’d get hot and sweaty doing her job and walk out without it. Happy, carefree and a tad forgetful. That was Missy. Nicole drew in a deep breath trying to settle her prickly nerves. The walk here had done nothing to expend her nervous energy. The sweet smell of flowers and a faint whiff of lemon dusting spray always struck her when she entered through the front door. But the funky smell was a small price to pay for working primarily in solitude.
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