I was cleaning for an older couple this morning. As usual, we exchanged congenialities and small talk before I got started. Early on in this 2 plus hour job ‘Mr. Smith’ stated that the wallet that he had on the nightstand was missing. I, of course had already done the prep work in that room. So, for the better part of 2 hours, the wallet was missing and I’m the only stranger to enter the house. As I was nearing the end of my job, I could feel the stress building as if I had something to do with this. At that point, I explained to the people how uncomfortable I was with this whole scenario and suggested we call the police to set their minds at ease in regards to me. They chose not to do that, and about 5 minutes before I left the wallet showed up! It seems that the old guy went to the basement earlier to use the restroom and it fell out of his pocket. I can’t remember when I have been so relieved! We parted on good terms and everyone was happy.