THE HOUSEMAID IS WATCHINYou must be our new neighbors!" Mrs. Lowell gushes and waves across the picket fence. I clutch my daughter's hand and smile back: but the second Mrs. Lowell sees my husband a strange expression crosses her face. In that moment I make a promise. We finally have a family home. My past is far, far behind us. And I'll do anything to keep it that wayI used to clean other people's housesnow, I can't believe this home is actually mine. The charming kitchen,