It wasn't until she walked back to her car after eating Thai food that she noticed a car parked several yards away from the curb. "Funny," she thought, "how similar that car looks to mine...."

She was fond of the theater, but all she could remember of the play she had seen was the lovely floral print rug the set designer had chosen for the bedroom. If only she could afford a rug such as that...

And, yet, it seemed that, though it might be powerful and strong and necessary, in the end bleach was a terrible thing and there was no way she could get near it without destroying an item of clothing...