Stains
"Oh Lord, that will take some cleaning – what a stain."
Leonora fetched her bucket, scrubbing brush and rubber gloves. So many times she had cleaned up Pete’s messes: spilled beer, vomit and worse.
"Well, you old slob, that will be your last mess," she said as she knelt down to work on the carpet.
"But I have to admit, you made a fine job of sharpening the carving knife."
© 2002 Hal Westhead
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