Mrs. Peters called me in a panic to watch her house. Usually she's good about chatting for a minute, but she sounded like she was in a rush today. I don't know what caused her to be so anxious, but I'm sure it was something stupid like a hair appointment, or buying new shoes. She's always spending money on her appearance. Ah, who cares. I was stuck watching this nice house in a nice neighborhood. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happens here. That's what makes it easy money. Hell, I do