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“Dave! Come here!”
“What is it?”
Ash points at the tap. A single droplet of water falls onto the marble sink below.
Drip.
“It wasn’t doing that before.”
“Doing what?”
“Leaking!”
“Did you fasten it right?”
“Of course I did.”
Dave grabs the handle and twists it as hard as he can. Ash crosses her arms.
“Did that do it?”
Drip.
“No.”
Dave stands back beside her, and looks at the tap.
“The bathroom sink on Kimberly Road didn’t do that, did it?” she says.
“We never tried it.”
She looks back at the tap. “I bet it didn’t.”
Dave crosses his arms too.
Drip.
“I liked the bathroom of the house by the park.”
“Me too,” Dave says, “but we agreed-”
“I know,” Ash says.
“I’m sure I can fix it.”
Ash sighs. “You shouldn’t have to.”
She leaves the bathroom. A moment later, Dave hears the kitchen sink turn on.
Drip.