The best part of working for Jane was not the close proximity to my house, or the flexible hours, or the fact that it was not very difficult, or the practical skills she taught me, or the bag of weed that she found in her 40 year old daughter’s room and then gave to me, or even the borderline-comical piles of cash that she paid me. The best part of working for Jane was Jane. Her kindness, humor and intelligence shone through in every conversation. Despite our nearly 50-year age difference, I began to see Jane as a friend, someone I could speak candidly with about my hopes and fears. She taught me about love and loss, loneliness, motherhood, adulthood, travel, the law, principle and family. And I taught her that sometimes it is ok to throw away a file from 1993 or a rusty spoon tucked into the back corner of a kitchen closet. So I guess, in the end, I really did earn that $1,500.