My grandfather ran a chain of drycleaning stores.
Buttons would fall off of the clothes, and we’d get boxes of shiny buttons of so many colors and shapes and sizes.
We’d also get maids who’d “retired” from the drycleaning stores.
All were old and sick, and none lasted longer than a month or two.
My grandfather eventually lost all the drycleaners.
He’d been sued into ruin because his workers were all dying from carbon tetrachloride poisoning.
And he was too, leaving my grandmother destitute and reputation ruined.
I remember sorting those buttons.
Now, I wonder if they were poisoned too.