She looked at the
table, irritated.
There were crumbs
on the clean tablecloth.
Luckily, it wasn’t
stained or greasy, just the area of pale crumbs, like from sugar cookies.
Brushing them off
the table, she sat down to her morning coffee and yogurt, glancing through the
news on her phone while absentmindedly petting the dog.
When she was done,
she took her spoon and cup to the sink, and tossed her yogurt container into
the trash.
Later, she tried to
think of the last time anyone ate something crumbly at the table.
Definitely not
since she’d last washed it. Huh.
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