The House Plant
Penny bustled around the kitchen quickly putting things in order, wiping leftover toast crumbs off the table, and checking that the floor was clear of debris. She worked with a frazzled sense of hurry about her as she flew from one task to the next. Brushing away crumbs one moment, closing cupboards the next, scooping up toys from the floor and throwing them in a basket. Her eyes darted, occasionally, to the window, a slight pause in her rushing to…