You just can't find good help these days

I've been wondering about something lately.

I mentioned more than once that Sybil has an aide. Forty hours a week a woman comes to 25 Taylor Street and waits on Sybil as if it is 1943 in the rural south. Obviously in that illusion you need to pretend Sybil is white. This aide cooks, cleans, runs errands, and even organizes my GI Joes (someone did it and no one will tell me who). Hell this aide even sits with Sybil while she watches her stories. When I visited, Sybil commented on how she prefers the aide to my company because the aide caters to her. I can understand that. The aide put the pillow under her head not over.

Sybil mentioned the service gets roughly $48 an hour. Now I know my mother likes having for all intents and purposes a slave, but at the same time I know she rather have forty eight dollars. This is true even if it was forty eight dollar for the whole week. Given the choice she always picks the money. So can anyone guess the angle she has going with the owner of the service? I'm assuming she pays him, then he writes a much larger bill to her insurance and she gets a kick back, or maybe she pays in sexual favors. Okay I'm kidding but I do wonder. I need to make sure Sybil is getting the best care and or I'm worried about my inheritance.

I will say I liked her aide. She crossed herself and told me she has really good patience when I asked how it was to work for Sybil. She also told me in August she was moving to Orlando. Clearly both are lies.