= Moira =

"Sign here... and here..." I signed where Marcy pointed on the paper, "This is your key and you are good to go. So, when are you planning to move in? I know a few moving companies."

"Today," I really didn't have many belongings. I walked to my car and took out two travel luggage cases and my backpack.

"That's all you have got?" Marcy asked.

"I keep my life simple," I was in the foster system during my teen years. All I had was just a computer, bed sheets, old pillow, clothing, books and some old photos.

"I better finish my paper work. If you need anything, just give me a call," Marcy left the house.

I brought the cases into the living room and lay everything onto the floor. That's just a stupid habit of mine. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Was it my imagination? I wasn't expecting anybody. And the doorbell rang again. I stood up and slowly walked to the door. I hoped it's not one of those nosy neighbors welcoming me to their book club.

"Hi," Her red hair caught my attention, "How may I help you?"

"Hello, I am Moira O'Hara, the housekeeper," She said in a soft voice, reminded me of someone.

O'Hara. That's not a very common name. "Wow, a housekeeper. I never had one," I smiled, "Would you like to come in?"

"Welcome to the house, Miss... May I know your name?" Moira asked.

"Am I rude or not? I didn't introduce myself. I am Katherine. You can call me Kat," I said.

We walked into the kitchen, "I don't have any tea bags or coffee. Is water okay?" I grabbed a paper cup from my backpack and got a cup of water from the tap.

She smiled and kindly rejected, "No, thanks. I work Monday through Thursday, Thanksgiving on, Christmas off. That was the deal with the last tenants. We can make other arrangement."

"Cool, cool," I wasn't sure if I need a housekeeper or not.

"I've been the housekeeper here for years. Tenants come and go, I stay," She took her jacket off. She wore black tights with garter and high heels. Her dress was way too short and she left the top three buttons of the dress unbuttoned. I could almost see her bra. I liked what I saw.

"I have never had a housekeeper. How much do I have to pay you?" I asked like an idiot.

"Fifteen dollars per hour," She said, "That's what the last tenant paid me."

"That is way below average. I will pay you twenty-five per hour," I had too much money to burn before Nate trying to steal them from me in the lawsuit. "Moira, do you have any family?" I asked.

She thought for a minute and said, "No. I live by myself."

"If you like, you can move to the house. You are still getting weekends off and free to do whatever you want. If you move in, you can save some rent and I will pay you overtime if I need you to clean the house during the off hours," Why did I say that? She must be thinking that I was weird, "I am not trying to force you, or anything. It's just that you probably know so much about the house. Not probably... I meant you have been working here for years, you must know so much about the house. And I can definitely need some help trying to not get lost in this big house." And I would love to see you around.

I barely knew this girl and I was inviting her to live with me. What was I thinking? I drank from the cup of water I poured. Damn metal smell, I really needed to get one of those water filters.

"That is very kind of you, but do you have to ask your husband first?" She asked.

I looked at my hand. Although the ring was not there, the marking was still visible on the ring finger. "No, I am getting a divorce soon," I said, "Age old case, cheating husband."

"You know, you made the right choice. Men always lie," She agreed, "Any plans for babies?"

That was a funny question, "Babies? I am getting a divorce. I know all those Hollywood female celebrities always adopt a baby to fill their void when they break up with their boyfriends or husbands, but I am not one of them."

"Interesting to know," She nodded. She looked out the windows, "It's almost time for me to go."

"And I need to finish unpacking." I stood up from the chair, "Let me walk you to the door. When do you want to start?"

"I can start tomorrow," Great! I can't wait to see more of her.

"You know, my offer is still open. There are so many rooms in the house and I don't have anybody," I asked again, "So if you are interested..." I looked into her green eyes sincerely.

"I will get back to you tomorrow," She smiled.

She opened the door. And before she walked out, "Moira, do you have any sister?" I asked.

"No," She smiled kindly again and closed the door behind her.

I walked back into the living room. I picked up my old photo album and placed it back into the luggage case. I said to myself, "O'Hara?"

"I am over-thinking it. I need a drink," I opened the fridge and it was empty, "Damn it." I better go grocery shopping before the store closes.

= To Be Continued =

If the gays see Moira as an old lady, I am sure a closeted lesbian will see Moira as her young version.

This chapter is a lot longer than I expected it to be... Just have too much to write about Moira.