5. Starting in the Middle of The End
Chapters Six and Seven
Chapter Six
After we finished eating, I took the dishes to the bathroom and washed them, running the water slowly into the sink. I was careful to make sure no food went down the drain, throwing everything into the garbage.
Who would fix it if the sink got clogged?
Things I never thought about before kept occurring to me now.
I didn’t much like it, but my inborn practicality was coming to the fore.
So far, the water was running fine, but I was scared about it. I searched the kitchen for other pitchers. There were no more, but in a packing box I found two big pots that Mamma used to make tamales and big batches of homemade soup in. I carefully lifted them out of the box, removed the steamer insert from the tamale pot and took them to the bathroom.
I wasn’t crazy — I knew I could never lift either of those pots once they were full of water. I took a smaller pot to fill them up with. I decided they would fit nicely under the sink.
It was slow work. I filled them up, and then I put the lids on the pots, so the water would stay clean.
I figured as long as the water stayed on, we could fill our cups and baby bottles from the bathroom sink…
