The envelopes
had swollen and split open.
Ink bled down the sides.
“What happened?”
Stamps floated in the dirty water beside ruined address labels.
I dropped the grocery bag.
“What happened?”
Mavis turned around.
“Oh.”
Just that.
Then she looked at the bucket like she had only just noticed it.
Oh.
Then she looked at the bucket like she had only just noticed it.
“Honey, don’t panic.”
“What happened?”
“I was washing the floor.”
I stared at her.
“The invitations slid right in. Just a mishap.”
“You were what?”
“Washing the floor. The bucket was beside the table, and I bumped it.”
She shrugged.
“The invitations slid right in. Just a mishap.”
I looked at the dining table.
Then at the bucket.
“I told you I already mopped this morning.”
The invitations had been in the middle.
Not near the edge.
Not even close.
“You were mopping?”
“Yes.”
“I told you I
