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I straighten up and whip around as Nana shuffles into the kitchen. She’s practically drowning in her oversized Denver Nuggets sweatshirt. She looks paler and gaunter since her heart attack, and I can tell her knees are bothering her. But she smiles and waddles over to greet me, and I tuck her under my arm and squeeze her tightly.
“Good to see you, honey,” Nana chuckles.
“It’s good to see you, too.”
“Now, what’s this you have to show me? My soaps are on, you know.”
“It’ll just take a second,” I promise. “But you’ll have to come outside.”
Threading my elbow through Nana’s, I open the door and guide her down the crumbling concrete steps that lead into the front yard. She blinks a few times in the bright sunshine, looking around in confusion.
“Ta-da!” I say, throwing out an arm toward the van as if I’m a game-show host unveiling the big prize.
“You hired me a maid service?” Nana croaks indignantly. “I’m insulted, Julianna.”
“No!” I roll my eyes. “It’s my new van. I’m the maid service.”
Nana looks confused, as if I haven’t spent the better part of three years talking about launching my own business. “Did you lose your job at Crisp N Clean?”
I shake my head. “I’m starting my own cleaning service.”
Nana cocks her head to the side, squinting at me as though I’ve lost my mind. “Why would you want to do a thing like that?”
“Because the wages at Crisp N Clean are absolute crap.”
“Watch your language, young lady!”
“Well, they are. Plus, it’s all short-term rentals in Aspen these days. My boss has us turning over a three-bedroom condo in four hours or less. We don’t get extra time or extra pay when guests leave the place a wreck, and come April, the work dries up. My company is a high-end maid service that caters to the ultra-wealthy. I figure I can charge more money, make my own hours, and — once I have enough employees — I won’t even have to do any cleaning.”
But Nana is still giving me that sideways look. “What makes a maid service high end?” Her brown eyes twinkle. “Do you leave little mints on all the clients’ pillows?”
I roll my eyes. “No. We just provide an end-to-end five-star experience and a superior clean.”
Nana nods, her lips pursing in amusement. “And who are these five-star maids?”
“Well, me, for starters. I’ll hire someone else as soon as I start landing clients and train them on all my processes.”
“And you went out and bought this van?” Nana croaks. “How much did that set you back?”
I swallow down my mounting frustration. I know to Nana it seems like a crazy investment, but she doesn’t understand about business and branding. You have to look high end if you want to charge high-end prices.
“I’ve been saving up,” I say with more confidence than I feel.
Nana still looks skeptical. “Seems like you’d be better off saving to buy a house for when you meet that special someone.”
“Have you looked at housing prices lately? I’ll be lucky if I can afford to buy a tree house by the time I’m your age.”
“All the more reason to save,” Nana clucks. “Your grandfather and I had to scrimp for seven years to afford the down payment on this place. Now that he’s gone, I’d be out on the street if I didn’t own my own home.”
“Things are different now,” I say gently. “And I doubt I’m going to be meeting that ‘special someone’ anytime soon.”
Nana looks at me askance. “What about that nice young banker you were seeing? The one you met on that app . . . What’s it called? Kindling?”
“Tinder,” I say, choking on a laugh. “Me and Kyle wouldn’t have worked out. And, for your information, I’m off all the dating apps right now. I’m working on building my business.” I shrug. “There’s no time to date.”
Nana sighs. “Well, I wish you were working on my great-grandchildren instead of building a business, but I suppose you’ve got to eat.” She narrows her eyes, looking me up and down. “As for not having time to date, take it from someone who’s lived a lot of life, honey. You’ve got to make time for the important things. And I don’t mean working.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, my insides twisting uncomfortably. I’ve always known there’s more to life than work, of course, but dating just isn’t a priority right now.
