Chapter 147

Samantha looked down at the handheld vacuum cleaner in her hands, then up at Monica, whose expression was becoming increasingly stern. She felt something wasn't quite right, but still, she decided to bite her tongue. This wasn't her house, and she didn't want to cause trouble. Besides, it wasn't right to dirty someone else's couch. She just wanted to finish cleaning up quickly and be done with it. Samantha plugged in the vacuum and carefully checked every crevice of the couch, making sure she didn't miss a single spot. When she thought she was almost done, she turned to find Monica standing there, quietly watching her work. This was getting even weirder. Why was she the one doing the work while Monica just stood there, watching like a hawk? "Don't you have something to clean?" she asked. "Well, I have to keep an eye on you, don't I?" Monica replied. "Just looking at you, I can tell you're not used to doing housework—so clumsy and scatterbrained. If I weren't here watching over