After dinner, Jo and I sent Jordan upstairs while we stayed back to clean up. He insisted on staying back and helping with the cleaning up process but neither of us wanted him to strain himself; especially not a day after his accident.
Jo lifted the empty plates from the kitchen island counter and placed them in the sink and I took the glasses.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked as I approached her.
Jo looked at me sideways. "Sure." She turned the faucet on and water came splashing onto the used utensils.
"Why aren't there like a million servants around here?" I chuckled. "I mean, when I first came here I expected a line of people just catering to Jordan's every need but I was really surprised to see that Jordan does all the housework. Apart from the cleaning lady who comes in twice a week, he does it all himself."
