Chapter 72
Saturdays—especially every last Saturday of the quarter—was always for cleaning the entire apartment.
Katherine dragged the vacuum to the side and exhaled, her muscles already protesting from cleaning. She had spent the whole morning rearranging the apartment, changing curtains to new ones, flipping the pillows, dusting everything while arranging the bed and couch positions. It was a ritual she had adopted and had been rimmed in her bones for years.
As Katherine pulled out the last storage box from the closet, she used a napkin to wipe the dust covering the box as she sneezed from the dust. She carried the box out with a grunt then placed it on the floor.
She opened the box to see some album pictures of the twins, used baby shawls and unisex sets, the abandoned parenting textbooks she bought during her pregnancy, the toys the twins used as a nostalgic smile curled on her lips.
