Snippet Sunday 6/12-Sing

I head toward the kitchen. I notice a dishwasher, but I ignore it and start cleaning a skillet and pasta pot. Grease is caked on, and I’m tempted to make a crack. Instead I start singing “Bie Meir Bis Du Schoen,” remembering my mom and grandma, who used to sing when they cleaned.
“What in the world…” Max murmurs.
I stop in mid-song. “I like to sing while I work. It makes the job go faster.”
He rolls his blue eyes at me. He was the first guy I’d ever met who could make an eye roll look sexy. “Why don’t you put the pans in the dishwasher?”
“I like cleaning them by hand.”
“Seems like a lot of extra work.”
I switch songs, deciding on “Over the Rainbow,” and return to cleaning the pans. The singing and the warm soapy water is great therapy. I think I’m going to like this job—if I can manage to hold onto it for more than a week.

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Snippet Sunday 6/5-“But…”

For all of you wondering about the cliffhanger…I’m continuing on with my WIP, “Cinderella Wears Blue Jeans.” This is all I have written so unless I get some more done, next week I’ll be posting a snippet from the sweet historical I’m working on that takes place in the same town in Colorado in 1896 (which I hope is now ready for prime time). Thanks in advance for any feedback!

“I got sick. I couldn’t clean my own house, let alone anyone else’s, but it was a temporary setback. As I said, you have to have help. And I need customers because I’m trying to gain back the clients I lost when I was sick. So…”
“I’m sure there are places in Denver I could call.”
“You could, but you’d probably pay a lot more.”
He sighs and stares down at the wooden cane like it’s a medieval instrument of torture. “I’ll give you a week. If I don’t like the job you do, you leave.”
“I guarantee you will love the job I do.”
“We’ll see about that.”