Better Class by Erica L. Williams As kids, Regina and I always knew when Grandpa and Grandma Royce were planning a visit. According to Mom, the mark of a bad wife was a dirty house. So, whenever Mom hired a cleaning crew, I knew in the next week my daddy’s parents would arrive. The crew cleaned every crevice of the place, including the baseboards and windows. The house smelled of ammonia and Pine Sol days after they were gone.