She was not naturally adept at these tasks, but after living this way for over a year, she had learned a fair amount, albeit still a little clumsily. She meticulously smoothed every crease, hung the shirt back on its hanger, folded the underwear neatly into the drawer, and packed the outerwear that needed cleaning into a bag.
Vera Wave wiped the sweat from her forehead. Gazing at the spotless room, she sighed in satisfaction, then turned, went downstairs, grabbed her bag, and hurried to the nearby supermarket. Kris Cooper liked juice, and only freshly squeezed. She bought plenty of fresh fruit for him, then visited the fresh food section for beef and other vegetables. Finally, she carried the numerous bags home and neatly arranged everything in the fridge.
