Gears
While Clara showered, I went to work cleaning up the mess I made of my apartment. It didn’t take long. I did worry that I might miss a piece of glass, and Clara might step on it later, though. So I went over the whole place a good half dozen times with the broom, making sure every little piece of glass made it into the pile. As I worked, I picked her clothes up and shook them out, ensuring they hadn’t gotten any glass on them from being on the floor. Taking them in, I set them in the bathroom while she was in the shower. By the time she came out, I was just dumping the last of the glass into the trash. I would definitely have to go and buy new dishes. I would have much rather stayed in and cooked something, but since I decided to break everything I could get my hands on last night,
