The upstairs lady Blanche
So, when I was 15 we had a lady living on the 3rd floor of the building I lived in. Mrs Buonafina, was her name, but insisted I call her Blanche She loved garden and would often pay me small sums to dig up the garden, and to weed it. My parents had an arrangement, it was my job to take the trash to the street, mow the lawns, shovel the snow, fix plumbing and electrical issues – all for free.One day Blanche calls my parents and asked if they could send me upstairs to fix a leaky faucet. They...