Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Louisa's face turned sour in an instant.

Norris chimed in, "Oh, right, I just used this mop in the bathroom and haven't had the chance to wash it yet. But it should be fine, our toilet isn't that dirty, no big deal. Louisa shouldn't mind, right?"

Mind? As if!

"Oops! Dad, did you forget..." Roseanne chimed in, "All the leftovers from dinner last night? I dumped them in the toilet. Even though I flushed, it still felt kinda greasy..." "Louisa, do you think you might smell a bit like... sewer water now?"

The father and daughter duo, with their back-and-forth, managed to gross Louisa out completely. Her previously smug expression turned as dark as a burnt pan in no time. "You-you guys-" She sniffed, almost convinced she could actually catch the scent of sewer water that Roseanne mentioned on herself.

"Just you wait!"

With those words, she stormed off.

A shower! She needed one immediately!

In that moment, Roseanne felt like she was "the ancient Greek goddess of mops"!

Madge, witnessing her daughter's antics, felt a mix of satisfaction and disapproval: "Ladies shouldn't be waving mops around, it's not becoming."

"Well, she asked for it..." Roseanne said, her eyes scanning the scattered wisteria flowers on the ground, feeling a pang of sadness. Norris started cleaning up quietly and said, "When the weather clears, I'll fix the flower trellis and move it to a better spot in the yard." He figured it was better to avoid making a fuss over trivial matters, especially if it wasn't a question of principle.

Madge go through

don't you think people

to act this way today, she'd dare

anything under five grand, and the

decades. I know what kind of person she is better than

it go. She's made a scene before, and we've always kept our dignity. Let's not stoop to her level." "But..." Roseanne pondered, "What if

off her suggestion as child's talk, not taking

Where then?

was almost

in Pinehollow's most bustling area, the real estate prices had skyrocketed. With their savings, they could only afford

of living in the faculty housing close to Norris'

night of snow, the clouds parting to reveal a golden sunshine. Roseanne

and Madge were awake,

and millet porridge, pan-fried buns,

his thumbs up, "You've got

"Our daughter's cooking

it all thanks to my genes? The talent runs

sure, it always comes back to