I
even stood on a chair to take a photo from above.
Then I sent it to Ryan at work.
“FINALLY DONE. Tomorrow they go in the mail!”
Mavis and Frank had a spare key for emergencies.
That morning, I had cleaned the entire house because Ryan’s parents were coming for dinner.
Mavis knew this.
I’d complained to her over the phone about spending two hours vacuuming, wiping down baseboards, dusting shelves, and mopping the kitchen and dining room.
There was no reason for anyone to clean my floors again.
Mavis and Frank had a spare key for emergencies. Mavis apparently decided arriving early to “help” counted.
She was standing beside a bucket of gray water.
When I came back from a quick grocery run that afternoon, Mavis was in my kitchen.
She was standing beside a bucket of gray water.
My invitations were inside the bucket.
All ninety-six.
