Her name appeared every Wednesday for a year after her death. The booking book troubled her son, Ivo, who thought somebody had used her account. He asked the former wash-house attendant to explain.
The slot had been retained for her neighbor, who took in the family's laundry while they managed the household. The attendant kept the familiar name because everyone knew which bundle it referred to. The book identified an arrangement, not the person physically bringing the clothes.
Ivo found a thank-you note from his father that confirmed the help. He remembered clean shirts arriving but had never asked who washed them. The repeated name had hidden another woman's labor as effectively as it preserved his mother's place in the household routine.
With the family's permission, the archive description named both women and explained the booking practice. Ivo visited the neighbor's daughter with a copy of the note. The record that initially suggested misuse became a route toward a debt of gratitude nobody had denied, but nobody had fully recognized either.