Hungry and hoping someone had started supper, his pick would’ve been Grandma’s macaroni, Owl came halfway down the stairs and saw his mother on all fours in the middle of the living room. Vacuuming.
“What’re you doing?”
She stopped and looked up, yelling over the machine.
“If I had a half-decent vacuum, I wouldn’t have to be down like this. But it’s the only way to get your god damned crumbs out of the carpet.”
He sat down and she went back at it. Drawing it in and pushing it out.
“A friend of mine is coming for dinner,” she said.
1/3 Owl & Raccoon