“There is sand everywhere”, her boyfriend said, lifting his feet up with disgust as he came through the door.
She knew he was talking to her even if she was upstairs.
“Didn’t you sweep in here?” he demanded.
She thought about it. She had swept, and she thought she’d done quite a decent job of it too, because she knew he was particular. But she weighed up her options. She could either be lazy or incompetent in his eyes. She decided that lazy was the better option.
“I didn’t get around to it.” she said, walking down the stairs into the living room. “I’ll do it now”, she added quickly avoiding too much eye contact. He grumbled under his breath and went down in to the garage. She was relieved and took the broom from next to the fridge and carefully swept the floor, making sure not to miss any of the sand from earlier.
As she swept, she wondered what he would think if he knew the truth, that she preferred to be thought of as lazy rather than admit that she’d done something that hadn’t lived up to his standards. Nonetheless, pushing the broom across the floor was somewhat therapuetic. She enjoyed menial tasks that allowed her hands to be busy and her mind to wander. When she was finished, it was with some regret that she returned the broom to its nook.
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