The Perfect Housekeeper, by Mark Tulin

She came to my apartment every Tuesday morning. While I was at work, she mopped the floors and scrubbed the tub. I didn’t have to tell her what needed to be cleaned, she knew instinctively that there’s dust on the blinds and under the bed. She even found the grime at the base of my electric toothbrush. There’s nothing that she didn’t clean and she never missed anything. She’s an omnipresent goddess, knowing all my dirty habits, what messes I made and where. She was so good it was scary. So, I fired her and hired someone who wasn’t perfect.