That is how you find the post.
It appears in a neighborhood Facebook group one rainy Tuesday night while you are eating ramen that tastes like warm salt and pretending not to notice the overdue notice sitting beside your laptop. The post is simple and badly punctuated, written by someone named Marlene Bishop. Elderly woman near Bell Street needs help cleaning once a week. Light chores. Cash paid. Must be reliable. Call for details.
Bell Street is the old section near downtown, where the alleys are narrow and the houses look like they have been standing out of sheer habit. You almost scroll past it because old houses usually mean too much dust, too much lifting, too many hours for too little money. But then you see the line cash paid and you stop.
The next afternoon, between class and a night shift at the diner, you call.
