His words stung because I knew they were aimed straight at my arrogance.

Muttering furious insults under my breath, I led the elderly man upstairs to the master bath.

I pulled on heavy rubber cleaning gloves before turning to face him.

“Take those rags off and put them directly in that trash bag,” I said coldly.

“We’re throwing everything away.”

“I can wash myself,” he offered in a surprisingly polite, cultured tone.