The kitchen was a nightmare: eggs everywhere, dripping down cabinets and off the stove. Several had formed interesting-looking stalagmites – or is it stalactites?. She frowned, pondering which was up and which was down.
Why would they make those words so similar? And so unrelated to what they were? Why not up-pointer and down-pointer, or attached-to-floor and attached-to-ceiling? Flooractites and roofactites.
“Get out of the way”, her brother pushed past her. “This pan is hot! And I need to get to the sink. Move it or lose it…. Move it or burn it.” He scrubbed the steaming pan. “And eat before it gets soggy!” He turned to look at her. “What makes you so very late this morning and why the goofy smile?”
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