What was she doing in the kitchen?
She wondered. She stood barefoot on the tacky linoleum, holding onto the sticky counter, looking around at the boxes of cereal and bowls of lemons and bananas. There was a rooster cup towel wrapped around the refrigerator door handle. A reminder to clean? Clean what?
"There goes the ice cream truck," she murmured. She couldn't place the tune. In odd intervals a cheery robotic voice cried out,"Hello!" What the hell? When she was a kid the ice cream trucks just blared "The Entertainer."
"Mommy! I'm through!"
Boy. Yes. On the toilet. She left the kitchen still not knowing.
She wondered. She stood barefoot on the tacky linoleum, holding onto the sticky counter, looking around at the boxes of cereal and bowls of lemons and bananas. There was a rooster cup towel wrapped around the refrigerator door handle. A reminder to clean? Clean what?
"There goes the ice cream truck," she murmured. She couldn't place the tune. In odd intervals a cheery robotic voice cried out,"Hello!" What the hell? When she was a kid the ice cream trucks just blared "The Entertainer."
"Mommy! I'm through!"
Boy. Yes. On the toilet. She left the kitchen still not knowing.
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