My shallow hills are the fac...My shallow hills are the faces of kings. My horizon is always near. My music sends men to the grave. My absence sends men to work. What am I?
While carpenters were working outside the old house I had just bought, I busied myself with indoor cleaning. I had just finished washing the floor when one of the workmen asked to use the bathroom.
With dismay I looked from his muddy boots to my newly scrubbed floors. Just a minute, I said, thinking of a quick solution. Ill put down newspapers.
Thats all right, lady, he responded. Im already trained.