a true first occurred on this job.
I was the one who brought up cleaning the sofa. I pointed out the difference between the seat cushion
tops, arm rests and most noticeably, the kickboard where some oily legs have left serious marks....
She was all for it, until she wasn’t.
Turns out her second husband, the love of her life (jr high school sweethearts) left all of his souling on the fabric, before he recently passed away.
She never sits on the sofa but needs his soil still, she said
some other time, when I'm truly ready to let go of him...
It was quite the moment.