I picked up the water pitcher and went back to the kitchen.

I set the pitcher in the sink and washed one glass.

Then I washed it again.

Laughter came from the dining room.

The director said something, and Richard laughed harder than he had all night.

The window over the sink was black.

My reflection stood in it, gray hair, white apron, one hand on the faucet.

I twisted my silver watch band once.