standing in the kitchen before the sink, Sharon would be washing some dirty dishes under the water with a sponge and some rubber gloves, seemingly invested with scrubbing off some food that felt nearly super-glued to a certain plate, her expression locked hard in concentration.

it seemed she was just cleaning up some dishes so that they wouldn't start gathering at the sink and start stinking the whole house up; she just couldn't wait to sit down and relax for some time. she always had to do these things on her own.