After she’d finished mopping, she’d opened the window to let the floors air dry and went to the supermarket. When she got home, she was pleasantly surprised. Jenny looked around the kitchen. Well, it doesn’t sparkle, she thought, ‘but if it could, it would.’
She put the plastic shopping bags on the table and unloaded the groceries into the cupboards and fridge and grabbed the bags to ball and shove into the bag cupboard. Unbeknownst to her, a small jar of pesto was in the bottom of one bag, and as she grabbed the bag, the jaw flew across the room, smashed on the fridge and somehow the contents almost covered her floor. She stood in shock.
The sound of the crash brought Tim out of his bedroom. He stood behind her.
‘I cleaned,’ Jenny said.