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“OK, so what time is the party at?”
“6:30 I think.” Hannah told her friend Lisa over the phone.
“Alright, see ya then. Happy birthday.”
“Thanks, bye.” Hannah hung up the phone and wandered out of her
bedroom and into the hallway. “I guess I should make myself some
breakfast.” She told herself, patting her rumbling stomach.
She walked into the kitchen, looking around in wonder. How had she
let it get into this mess? A carton of eggs lay open on the counter
and yesterday’s dinner lay on the table. Walking over to the
dishwasher, she found dishes that she’d washed yesterday. Crumbs
were on the floor and her favorite book, Pilgrims Progress, was on
the counter.
Knowing that she would have to clean it up because she was having a
birthday party at 6:30pm, she made herself a quick sandwich, and
then started working on cleaning. She scrubbed counters, – pushing
the crumbs onto the floor rather than into the garbage – unloaded
the dishwasher rather untidily and shut the cabinet door with
difficulty, reloaded the dishwasher, swept the floor as best she
could, not bothering to pick up the pile… finally at 4:00 the
kitchen was clean and shiny – at least more than it usually was,
which was saying some thing –, very different than usual. It took
Hannah about half-an-hour to get the living room ready and then
finally at 4:30 Hannah was done (the living room and the kitchen
were the only rooms that they would be in).