when the housekeeper spills the beans

i never should

have given the housekeeper

a glass of wine,

which turned

into two glasses of wine,

and a shot

of tequila.

oh my.

the stories she told me

once she got going,

her shoes off

and her feet propped

up on the coffee table.

the vacuum still plugged

into the wall.

i egged her on.

please Milagro, go on,

go on i told her.

she went through her list

of clients,

former and current, 

one ex-wife and

friends of mine,

even ones that have passed

into the great beyond.

i told her she should

write a book, a memoir

of sorts, but change

the names to protect

the innocent and

the guilty. 

here have another

shot,

this book will be a

goldmine.