She was scrubbing furiously at a line of grease spots which led from the stove towards the door to the dining-room. That was where Henry had held the platter tilted as he carried the steak in yesterday. And yet if she had warned him once about that, she had a thousand times!
“I feel like I sort of missed the eighties. At the time, we didn't know we were having fun, which is probably the way it always is.”