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- Little by little, I got better at cleaning Her house—good enough to be given more to do, much more.
- ''I was ordered to carry bookcases upstairs and, once, to move a piano from one side of a room to the other.''
- And after pushing the piano my arms and legs hurt so badly. I wanted to refuse, or at least to complain, but I was afraid She would fire me
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- I had trouble summoning the courage to discuss or object to the increasing demands She made. And I knew that if I told my mother how unhappy I was she would tell me to quit.
- I asked Jeff when I could do something different. “Do you know why you’re still doing dishes?” he asked. “Because you keep complaining about it.” Nobody likes to work with a complainer, he said. But, he promised, if I continued to leave a clean station and not complain, next week he would put me on the “make table,” where pizzas were assembled before being put into the oven.
- He opened a drawer and took out an overnight envelope. He told me to stop what I was doing, leave work and send the application immediately. I protested about the expense of overnight postage, but he said he would cover it.
- Though my mom worked hard to take care of my siblings and me, there just was no room in the budget to send me on a college Jeff surprised me with an early graduation present: a trip to Boston. He paid for the hotel, the car and the plane tickets.
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