I realize that sounds terribly old fashioned, and some younger women chide me for this. I can’t help it, it’s the way I want it. It is the way I b...lieve it should be. You come home after a long day at work, “Darling, I’m home!!”I can hear the smile in your voice as I rush to meet you at the door. I greet you with a hug and a passionate kiss, , i’ve missed you today.” It seems like an eternity since you left this morning. You kick off your shoes, and I take your hand and lead you into the living. I was sincerely happy for the both of them and congratulated Jeff on his good luck at winning her over and keeping her attention the last 2 or 3 years they'd been dating.But back to the wedding...I made the 2-day road trip down the coast for the ceremony and they both insisted I stay with them at their place while I was there.When I showed up at their place, they both greeted me with open arms. Cristina was wearing sweatpants and a white tank top that accented her tiny figure. When she leaned. "I was getting emotional. Remembering my mother, seeing the way she smiled in the pictures, and dealing with Eddie and the feelings of anger and maybe even abandonment that I was feeling towards him, was too much. It all made me feel more alone than ever, and I was completely opposed to breaking down in a public park.I dropped the book and got up without another word, to head for where the car was parked, leaving Eddie to silently follow. When he caught up and opened his mouth to say something. I was happy to be a cleaning lady. I felt lucky even. It was everythingI dreamt it was. I loved being Fran. I loved seeing my womanishreflection in mirrors, metals and water. I was her. That lowly cleaningwoman was who I really was. I couldn't believe how fortunate I was tofinally get to live as her. Part of me still can't.Lily broke the silence and asked, "Would you like your old job back?There wouldn't be any hard feelings on my part if you took it back.It's rightfully yours anyway."I smiled.