She lives in a house, a very big house, in the country
The kitchen is so bright and airy right now--curtains are in the wash. Perhaps the washer will eat them like it eats socks and Molly's underwear. I can see blue sky, the wind in the neighbor's tree (the blight of urban sprawl--we have no trees of our own), and the curtains hanging on the line outside. I even hear the breeze! This is too good--I will be punished for enjoying such a simple pleasure.