I’m not ashamed of my job. I’m good at it, and people are willing to pay. It’s a public service, nothing more.
This one’s an abuser. A fiend. He beat his wife until she no longer looked like his wife. She survived, though, and paid me in one large installment.
“What happened?” I ask her. That’s how I map out my route.
Shove, slap, punch, kick, kick, slap, punch, punch, punch, punch…
When I’m done, I’m actually tired. Old stumpy here isn’t; he passed out half-way through. Lucky.
The wife leaves happy, then my Cleaner clocks in.
Next up? The rapist.