Oh God! The kitchen. Bev squeezed her eyes shut and made three wishes. Maybe it would work. When she opened her eyes the kitchen was still a mess. She whimpered. “Bev?” Sniff. “What? This isn’t so bad. They cleaned up and went away. That’s what you wanted, right?” “This is clean?” Beverly winced at the shrillness of her voice. “Looks pretty good to me.” “Clearly you and I have different standards for cleanliness.” He chuckled. “I promise I’ll help get your stations reorganized later. Come on. Let’s go into the living room with some cheese and crackers and wine.” She nodded. She was afraid if she opened her mouth to answer, she would wail. Tom tugged her into the living room. He thrust a giant glass of red wine into her hands and pushed a plate of food to the edge of the coffee table.
