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It was laundry day, defined by Maureen having a pile of dirty clothes in the hut so high that she couldn't possibly justify getting anything new out of the clothes box. So she loaded up a sack and hefted it to the compound, where she spent a good twenty minutes sorting into vague piles of colors and delicates and then dumping them into washing machines in the basement.
As an afterthought, she stripped off her shorts and shirt and threw them in as well, leaving her in a pair of boy-cut underwear and a sports bra.
Then she picked up the bag again and fished around in the bottom, finding a pair of socks that she'd missed... and a pair of boxers. Mark's. Scowling, she threw them in with her wash as well.
Wasn't there someone else to be dealing with his dirty drawers now? she thought bitterly, slamming the lid on the washer so loudly that it bounced and slammed down again.
As an afterthought, she stripped off her shorts and shirt and threw them in as well, leaving her in a pair of boy-cut underwear and a sports bra.
Then she picked up the bag again and fished around in the bottom, finding a pair of socks that she'd missed... and a pair of boxers. Mark's. Scowling, she threw them in with her wash as well.
Wasn't there someone else to be dealing with his dirty drawers now? she thought bitterly, slamming the lid on the washer so loudly that it bounced and slammed down again.