Seth opens the door and I tune in, wiping down the floors a little slower so I can split my focus between cleaning and listening. I hear a man's voice first, to which Seth responds, then I hear a woman's voice. Her voice is soft and confident, gentle but firm. I wonder if it's Seth's Beta and his wife. Seth goes upstairs to grab something, glancing at me over his shoulder. I finish wiping the floors, moving onto the splatters on the fridge and cupboard doors.
Seth comes back down, carrying the bag of clothes that don't fit me. He doesn't look at me this time. His retrieval of the bag confirms it's the Beta and his wife who have arrived. I clean as if it's an Olympic sport, sweat beading by my eyebrow. They are still talking but I can sense Seth is trying to get rid of them. He sounds imp
