It’s a little too clean for the rest of the rug, and it keeps that lingering vinegar smell, right? Now a healthy suspension of sodium bicarbonate might help with that, but there’s always something left behind.” Except that the carpet is never quite like it used to be, is it? Even if you can’t see the red anymore, there’s always something about that spot. “Precisely-white vinegar! Nothing better for a stain. She always had a maid handle that sort of thing.” “And what did your mother do to clean it up?” “Er-yes? I knocked a bottle of merlot off of the table once.” When you were young, did you ever spill red wine on your parents’ carpet?” “Couldn’t that just mean that this place doesn’t have any?”
I can’t pick out any unique otherworldly auras in this space.” “There are plenty of those, of course.” I decided not to look too closely for confirmation about the droppings. “Not scrubbed clean of dust or droppings,” he said. “This might be why you and Jenny rarely see eye to eye about housekeeping,” I said. “Ha!” He shook his head and spun in place, marveling at the dark, dusty cobwebs hanging over us.
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