Part 6: Busy Day
I was cleaning up after breakfast when Katherine called to me. "Here's everything you need." I peeked around the corner at her. She smiled.
"Oh, and I realized I might not have been clear about something. When I said 'wash the cars' I meant
you
wash the cars, not take them to a car wash." She turned and started to walk away. "OK, time for me to get showered."
I gulped softly. I actually
had
planned on going to the car wash. My day was getting more hectic by the minute and I hadn't even started to do anything yet. I laughed to myself and thought thank goodness I don't know how to change my own oil!
I finished cleaning up and got dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of ratty cut-offs and old sneakers. I had to rummage around a bit for a bucket and some rags. I found them, grabbed the soap and went out to get the hose.
Washing the cars turned out to be actually sort of fun. It was a beautiful day out and the simple process of making something clean was quietly pleasing.
Miss popped her head out the door and watched me as I was finishing drying her car. She called out.
"Don't forget to vacuum the interior spotless, Candy. Oh, and I'm guessing you don't have a good car wax on hand. Add that to your list today, to pick some up; both cars are to be immaculate and well-waxed each time."
"Yes, Miss," I replied, blushing wildly and looking around, wondering if any neighbors had heard that exchange.
I vacuumed Miss' car thoroughly, then went about washing and vacuuming mine. I started to worry about the time, mindful of her instruction to have her car back 1. I put away the car-washing things and went about hurriedly getting ready to go out. Katherine watched me dashing around.
"Hm, for today, I'll let you go out like that. As a rule, I don't ever want you dressed as you currently are, even around the house or washing the car. And especially in public. You represent me, after all. But for today, it's more important that you get everything done in a timely fashion, and I need my car back."
I couldn't think of anything to say other than "yes, Miss." And normally I wouldn't have gone out looking like this, even to the gas station and Quik-Lube. But one look at the clock told me it was time to scoot.
Miss swatted my butt playfully . . . "get going, girl . . . see you before 1."
I jumped a little, more in surprise than anything else, both at the little swat and at her calling me "girl." Like everything else with Katherine it seemed perfectly normal, natural. I shook my head in wonder as I headed out the door.
I got Miss' car gassed up and the oil changed; there was a bit of a wait. Nervously I watched the clock and fretted as it seemed
everyone
was getting their oil changed today. But it all worked out and I got done and out of there and pulled into the driveway at 12:52.
I went inside and put Miss' keys on the table. She came out from her bedroom, casually but very elegantly dressed, as she always seemed to be. She hugged me.
"Good job, Candy. Well, I'm off lunch and some shopping with a couple of friends." She looked me up and down. "I need everything done and you back by 4. You'll want to shower and change before you go out again . . . but watch your time. And be sure to eat lunch at some point."
I nodded. "Yes, Miss. Should I get dinner started when I get home?"
She thought a moment. Hmm. I'll call later and let you know." She turned and headed for the door. Bye for now, Candy. Enjoy your day." She laughed softly.
"Bye, Miss . . . you too."
I watched her go and then picked up my list, crossing off the items I'd done and adding "get car wax" and "have lunch." I
did
need to write that last one down . . . missing lunch was something I could easily have done without a reminder.
I looked at the clock again and quickly got the shower started and stripped. I didn't dawdle in the shower, although I usually love a long shower on the weekends. I could feel myself giving over, surrendering in some way to the pace, her pace, as I did everything I'd normally do, but more efficiently. Normally, I'd obsess for half an hour on what to wear; today I found a top and a denim skirt, saw that they matched, and put them on. I got my makeup done in record time, it seemed, put on a pair of nicer sneakers, gathered my list, keys, phone, and what Miss had left for me and headed out the door.
Mentally I planned the route. Gas station first. Easy – in, fill up, out. One thing off the list. I felt a peculiar, disproportionate sense of joy at the simple act of crossing something off of my list.
The Post Office was next. That would be easy. They have a little drive-up mailbox, so I wouldn't even have to get out of the car. This list was going
down
under the efficient whirlwind that was me today!
Just as I pulled into the drive-up mailbox, my cell phone went off. It was Katherine.
"
Candy? Did you do the Post Office yet?
" No hello, right to the point.
"Was just about to."
There was a short silence, then I realized.
"Was just about to, Miss."
"
Good, glad I caught you in time. I need you to go inside and get one of those little charts with the international postal rates on it. And I need stamps.
"
"Yes Miss."
"
Good girl