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The Last Spoon

Vicki: David, I’m going to run the dishwasher. Are you finished? (while I wipe off the table after dinner)

David: Yes. Thanks for cleaning up!

Vicki: (Smooches him and goes about her business.)

—10 minutes passes—

Vicki: (looks up from her business. David has gone out to the grocery store. The previously clean table has a small trail of ice cream droplets and there is a lone spoon in the sink.) Sigh.

At least he is going to bring me cookies from the Grocery Store!

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