Laura carried the bowl to the kitchen, and the rhythmic clatter of dishwashing ensued.

Edwin figured he could speak with her once she had finished the dishes.

Suddenly, a sharp crack pierced the air, accompanied by the faint sound of sobbing.

He promptly extinguished his cigarette and rushed into the kitchen, finding her standing amidst a sea of shattered porcelain. Fresh red blood seeped from her delicate shins.

Edwin muttered a soft curse, “You silly girl! Couldn't you have avoided that?"