“Why?”
“Just don’t.”
“One of these days, I’m going to sit you two down and make you f*****g talk to each other.” She shakes her head and reaches for her cup, but then suddenly yelps. “Jebem ti lebac!”
I follow her gaze and my eyes land on the dishwashers on the other side of the kitchen. Sudsy foam is pouring out from around the doors. I jump down off the counter and rush after Keva who’s running toward the chaos. When I reach her, she’s already stopped all three machines and is in the process of opening the closest one. A stream of white bubbles bursts out of the appliance even before the door is fully down.
“Jesus!” she shouts, looking at the mess that doubles when she opens the second dishwasher. “What on earth happened here? Call the girls and get some rags!”
“Um . . . I thin
