Brenda uses this special cleaning stuff called Homeology. I think she gets it from Scentsy. A bottle costs as much as an equal amount of frankincense or myrrh. She left it with me until she returns to finish the cleaning job, (it doesn’t seem to me there is much left to clean but she appears to believe there is.) She warned me that I’d better not let anything happen to her Homeology. I swear if the house was on fire, I’d save the animals but right after that, I’d go back for Brenda’s bottle of cleaner.
Our friend, LeAnn, called from Iowa. I told her I’d asked Brenda to come hang the blinds.
“Oh, honey,” she said sympathetically, “I bet you’re exhausted.”
We’ve all been friends forever. She knew Brenda would never be satisfied simply to hang blinds and let it go at that.
“She made me wash each leaf of the flower arrangement individually; she made me scrub around the handles of the teapots. Furthermore, she left her bottle of Homeology here and the responsibility is weighing heavily on me. I keep going in the kitchen to check that it’s OK.”
“Look at it this way, Vic,” LeAnn said philosophically. “She would never trust you with her Homeology if she didn’t love you.”
It’s a different kind of Christmas gift but special, nonetheless.